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The massive steel gates of Battle Center G loomed over the crowd of examinees. Beyond the gates lay a massive mock city — a maze of concrete and steel.
Standing on a raised platform next to the gate was the Pro Hero Cementoss. He looked like a block of concrete given life, his square jaw set in a permanent expression of calmness, like the guy had nothing to worry about.
"Welcome, everyone," Cementoss greeted them, his voice echoing without the need for a microphone. "To Ground G."
Akira stood at the very back of the group, leaning against a lamp post that was technically outside the waiting zone. He adjusted his kimono, the charcoal fabric fluttering in the light breeze. Nia was perched on his left shoulder, her tail twitching with anticipation.
"Waaaaa," Nia whispered, staring at the hero. "His head looks cozy. Like a warm brick. Can I sit on it?"
Akira chuckled, scratching her ear. "I don't think he'd appreciate that, Nia. He's a teacher. Teachers generally frown upon being used as furniture."
"Boring," Nia huffed.
Cementoss continued, his eyes scanning the nervous crowd. "I am sure you all have been debriefed by Present Mic about the nature of the practical exam. Points. Robots. The don'ts. Is that correct?"
The crowd of students nodded. Some were stretching, others were hyperventilating into paper bags. One kid with a mutation quirk that gave him crab claws was clicking them nervously.
"Excellent," Cementoss said. "Now..."
The massive LED screen embedded in the wall above the gate lit up. A red digital timer appeared, currently set to 10:00.
"Heroism does not wait for a countdown," Cementoss intoned. "Real villains do not give you a starting gun. But for the sake of fairness... when the counter hits zero, you may begin."
The countdown started.
10... 9... 8...
The tension in the air increased. Students crouched into sprinting stances, eyes locked on the gap between the doors.
Akira didn't crouch. He stood perfectly straight. He brought his red kiseru to his lips and took a slow, deep drag. He watched the numbers tick down, feeling the familiar hum of his quirk beneath his skin. It wasn't anxiety; it was the quiet rumble of an engine waiting to be revved.
7... 6... 5...
"Daddy," Nia whispered, her claws digging into his shoulder. "Are we going fast?"
Akira exhaled a stream of blue vapor. "We're going VERYYYYY fast."
3... 2... 1...
The moment the clock hit 0, chaos erupted.
But not from the students running.
"LET'S GOOOOOOO DADDY!" Nia yelled, her voice amplified by her excitement.
WOOSH.
A tornado of fire erupted around Akira.
It wasn't a flicker. It was an explosion. A swirling vortex of blue and gold flames consumed him completely, rising twenty feet into the air. It didn't burn, but the sheer pressure of the energy pushed the students near him backward.
"The hell?!" a girl screamed, shielding her face.
"Is he giving up?!" a boy shouted, stumbling back. "Is he burning himself to death?!"
For a split second, everyone froze, watching the pillar of blue fire spinning violently in the center of the waiting area.
Then, the pillar shattered.
WOOOSH!!
From within the inferno, something shot upward.
Akira burst from the flames like a missile. But he wasn't just jumping.
Massive, ethereal wings made of condensed blue-gold fire unfurled from his back. They spanned thirty feet tip-to-tip, illuminating the area with a divine light. He flapped them once — a powerful, thundering beat that sent a gust of wind tearing through the crowd, knocking several examinees off their feet.
He shot up. Fast.
Nia, clinging to his shoulder with zero fear and 100% adrenaline, threw her paws in the air.
"LET'S GOOOOOOO!" she shrieked, laughing maniacally. "MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Akira smiled, the wind whipping his red hair back. "You got it, young lady."
He tilted his body forward and shot toward the mock city, a blue comet streaking across the sky.
Below him, the other examinees stood rooted to the spot, their mouths wide open, watching the trail of blue sparks rain down like glitter. They had forgotten the exam. They had forgotten the robots. They were just watching a mythological creature fly away.
Cementoss, still standing on his podium, sighed deeply.
"The timer has started," he announced over the PA system. "You are wasting time."
The spell broke.
"OH SHIT!"
"RUN!"
"MOVE, MOVE!"
Panic erupted. The students scrambled over each other, rushing through the gates in a chaotic stampede, desperate to catch up to the boy who had already left them in the dust.
Cementoss took a sip from a thermos he had summoned out of nowhere.
"Kids these days," he muttered. "So dramatic."
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High above the mock city, the wind roared in Akira's ears.
The city was impressive. U.A. hadn't skimped on the budget. There were skyscrapers, narrow alleys, wide avenues, and complex overpasses. It looked like a slice of Tokyo had been air-dropped into a testing ground.
Akira didn't slow down. He flew straight toward the dense cluster of buildings in the center.
"Daddy!" Nia yelled over the wind. "Why are we going to the center? The robots are everywhere!"
"Because, sweety," Akira replied, banking left to avoid a radio tower. "The big loot is always deeper in the enemy's base. The perimeter is for the mobs. The center is for the elites."
"WAAAAA!" Nia's eyes sparkled. "That makes sense! Game logic!"
Below them, the city began to wake up.
Mechanical grinding noises echoed from the alleys. Green metal plates shifted.
A swarm of 3-Pointers — massive, tank-like robots with missile launchers and crushing treads — rumbled out of hidden garages. They began to scatter, spreading out into the main avenues to intercept the students running from the gate.
There were dozens of them. A veritable army of steel. They clanked and whirred, their single red eyes scanning for targets to eliminate.
Akira hovered in the air, looking down at the robot army. He stopped flapping, letting his thermal updraft keep him suspended.
"Perfect," he murmured.
He brought the pipe to his lips one last time. He took a puff, savoring the calm.
"Maximum effort," he whispered.
He kept the pipe in his sleeve.
He raised his right hand lazily toward the sky.
Another wave of massive blue-gold erupted around Akira.
The flames scattered into millions of tiny, glowing dust particles, forming a glittering cloud around him. For a moment, he looked like he was flying in the center of a nebula.
"Feather Dance," Akira intoned.
The particles obeyed.
They swirled and condensed together.
In seconds, the cloud transformed into hundreds upon hundreds of solid, dagger-like feathers made of hard-light blue flame. They floated around him in concentric rings, orbited around Akira.
From the ground, the view was terrifying.
A group of students who had just breached the city limits looked up and stopped running.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" a boy with a sword quirk yelled, pointing at the sky.
"BRO!" his friend gasped. "What is that?! That fucker looks like an Elden Ring boss! Why is there a health bar in the sky?!"
"Is that... is that a god?" a girl whispered, clutching her chest.
Right above the center of the city, a man in a winged dark kimono hovered in the air, surrounded by a halo of hundreds of glowing blue blades.
Akira looked down at the robots swarming the streets. He locked onto their heat signatures.
And dropped his hand.
"Descend."
Nia threw her head back. "HELL YEAH!!!!!!!"
The halo broke.
Hundreds of feathers turned downward and fired.
It looked like stars falling from the sky. A rain of blue light streaked toward the earth.
The students on the ground panicked.
"Shit, shit, shit!" one yelled, diving behind a concrete barrier. "Friendly fire! Incoming!"
"I did not sign up for this shit!" another screamed, sprinting into a building.
A girl with a vine quirk stood frozen, staring at the beautiful destruction raining down. "I... want that..."
Her friend grabbed her by the collar and yanked her into an alleyway. "Move, you crazy bitch! You want to be a shish kebab?!"
And then, the massacre began.
Thwip. Thwip. Thwip.
It wasn't an explosion. It was the sound of hot knives hitting butter.
With surgical precision, every single feather found a target. They didn't hit the pavement. They didn't hit the buildings. They didn't hit the students.
They hit the robots.
A 3-Pointer raised its missile launcher. A blue feather slammed through its central processor. The robot slumped, power cutting instantly.
A 2-Pointer tried to turn a corner. Three feathers pinned it to the asphalt, and a fourth severed its head.
A swarm of 1-Pointers rushing down Main Street was decimated in seconds, each one pierced by a single, glowing quill.
It was absolute efficiency. One hit, one kill. Every single feather was a homing missile guided by Akira's will, and the target was anything made of metal.
Explosions blossomed across the city as fuel cells ruptured, but the blue flames contained the damage, cauterizing the metal before it could scatter shrapnel. The streets were filled with the sound of screeching metal and the hiss of superheated air.
In under five minutes, the central district of Battle Center G was cleared.
Smoke rose from the scrap metal carcasses of fifty robots. The once menacing machines were now just piles of junk, smoking ruins testifying to the power that had just rained down from the heavens.
Akira hovered above the destruction, the remaining feathers circling him like loyal hounds. He surveyed his handiwork, his expression unchanged.
"Stage one complete, now we wait for the big one," he noted, bored.
Far away, on the observation platform, Cementoss watched. He took a sip of his green tea.
"Ho ho ho," the blocky hero chuckled, watching the points tally on the screen skyrocket. "The cleanup is going to be a pain. I might need overtime."
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MC has been trained since he was a kid.
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