Okay, my bad. I by mistake wrote 2000 Powerstones. 1500+400= 1900 not 2000 ps.đ
So, here is your bonus chapter.
Again sorry for the mess upđ„č
Enjoy it, you people earned it.
NEXT MILESTONE:- 1900+400=2300 Let's see if we can reach that far.
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The Observation Room at U.A. High School was dimly lit, with walls lined by monitors displaying the chaos unfolding across seven different battle centers.
Usually, the focus would be entirely on the live feed. Teachers would be scribbling notes, judging quirks, and placing bets on promising candidates.
But today, the main screen wasn't showing the exam.
It was showing a replay.
"Rewind that," Aizawa Shota muttered, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the screen from within the folds of his sleeping bag.
Present Mic, sweating profusely, tapped a key on the console.
The video on the main screen flickered back thirty minutes. It showed the interior of the orientation hall. It showed Tenya Iida standing up, pointing an accusatory finger. And it showed a small black cat going rigid.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The scream played through the room's speakers. Even on the recording, the distortion was evident. The shockwave ripped through the hall, tearing up floor tiles.
In the background of the video, the on-screen Present Mic stood frozen, his mouth open in a perfect 'O' of helpless shock.
In the observation room, Present Mic sank deeper into his leather chair.
"I... uh... I was calculating the acoustic interference," Mic lied weakly.
Aizawa slowly turned his head. He didn't blink. He just stared at his friend with a look that promised a very unpleasant conversation later.
"You froze," Aizawa deadpanned. "You let a cat almost decapitate an examinee with a sonic boom because you were too busy posing."
"It looked like a normal cat!" Mic countered.
"Let's continue," Nezu chirped, pointing a paw at the screen.
The video continued.
Just as the shockwave was about to hit Iida, blue fire erupted. The wall of flame absorbed the impact.
"Oh!" All Might, standing in the back of the room in his deflated form (though puffing up slightly for effect), leaned forward. "Young Shuzenji! Such a good boy! Even though Young Iida spoke disrespectfully âunknowingly, of course â Akira still saved him without hesitation! That is the true spirit of a hero! Protecting even those who criticize you!"
All Might smiled, his teeth gleaming even in the dim light. "He reminds me of his mother. A true shield."
"Wait for it," Present Mic whispered, peeking through his fingers. "The video is not finished yet."
All Might looked back at the screen.
The blue flames dispersed. Akira stood there, looking bored.
Then, he snapped his fingers.
Ten blades materialized. They weren't the calm blue. The edges flickered, turning a violent, blood-red. They encircled Iida, pressing against his throat.
Akira's voice on the recording was cold enough to drop the room temperature.
"Next time you talk about leashes, make sure you aren't the one wearing a collar."
He flicked his hand, and the blades vanished. He walked out, leaving a terrified silence in his wake.
The video ended.
All Might stood frozen. He cleared his throat loudly.
"Ahem. Well. That was... something."
"He threatened a student," Vlad King grunted, crossing his arms. "With lethal force."
"He established dominance," Midnight countered, licking her lips. "And he didn't actually hurt the boy. It was a warning. A very... hot... warning."
"He will be a problem," Aizawa stated flatly. "He has power, he has skill, and he clearly has a temper."
"A, we will teach him that," Nezu laughed, swinging his legs on his high chair. "He is allowed to be a little edgy! Besides, you are right. He will be a problem. But he will be our problem. Better he is in 1-A under your supervision than running wild as a vigilante, yes?"
Aizawa grunted, which Nezu took as a resounding agreement.
"Anyway!" Nezu clapped his paws. "Enough of the past! Let us focus on the present! The Practical Exam is underway!"
He typed a command into the console. The main screen is split into dozens of smaller windows, showing live feeds from Battle Centers A through G.
"In this practical exam," Nezu began, his voice taking on a lecturing tone, "the examinees are not told the number of robots or their locations. They have a limited amount of time but a vast area to cover."
He pointed to a screen showing a boy with six arms listening to a wall.
"Information gathering," Nezu noted. "Locating the targets quickly."
He pointed to another screen where Tenya Iida was sprinting down a street.
"Mobility. Getting to the target before the competition."
He pointed to a screen where a girl with earphones was coordinating a small group.
"Calmness. The ability to assess the situation under pressure."
"And finally..." Nezu pointed to a screen where Katsuki Bakugo was blasting a robot into scrap metal with a manic grin. "...Combat ability. Pure, destructive power."
"They are a spirited bunch this year," Midnight observed.
"Indeed," Nezu smiled. He reached out to a large red button on his console protected by a plastic case. He flipped the case open.
"Well, that's good and all. But heroes are not just about fighting what is in front of them. They are about facing the impossible."
He pushed the button.
"Let's start the real test."
RUMBLE.
On every screen, simultaneously, the ground shook. Massive clouds of dust erupted in the centers of the mock cities.
The Zero Pointers were released.
They were gargantuan â towering over the skyscrapers, easily twenty stories tall. They moved slowly, crushing buildings under their massive tracks.
The reaction from the students was the same.
Panic.
"RUN!"
"IT'S HUGE!"
"THIS ISN'T A TEST, IT'S A MURDER!"
On screen B, examinees were fleeing in terror. On screen C, they were frozen.
"This measures their true mettle," All Might said softly, watching the screens. "When faced with an overwhelming threat that offers no reward... what will they do?"
His eyes locked onto the middle screen.
A green-haired boy â Izuku Midoriya â was standing still while everyone else ran. He was looking at something trapped under the rubble. A girl.
All Might's heart swelled with pride.
"There is no merit in taking on that massive robot," All Might began, his voice rising in a dramatic monologue. "It is worth zero points! Logic dictates retreat! But that creates an opportunity for true heroism to shine! For when a hero's body moves on its own â "
Creak.
The heavy door to the observation room opened.
Light spilled in, ruining the mood.
All Might choked, cutting his speech off mid-sentence. He stood there, arm raised, mouth open, looking incredibly awkward.
Cementoss walked in. He looked tired while holding a thermos of green tea.
The blocky hero looked around the room. He saw All Might frozen in a pose. He saw the other teachers staring at him. He saw the screen where Midoriya was winding up a punch.
"That kid has courage," Cementoss commented dryly, pointing at Midoriya with his thumb. "Broken bones incoming, though."
All Might sighed, deflating slightly. "Yeah. He does."
He sat back down, mourning the loss of his cool speech.
Cementoss walked over to his seat and sat down heavily. "You might want to shift the main camera to Ground G," he said, unscrewing his thermos.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Why? Is there a problem?"
"Not a problem," Cementoss said, blowing on his tea. "But the climax is about to start. And if you don't switch now, you'll miss it. The kid moves fast."
"Akira again?" Nezu asked, intrigued.
"Akira again," Cementoss confirmed.
Nezu typed the command. The main screen shifted, expanding the feed from Battle Center G.
The view was... empty.
The streets were littered with the smoking carcasses of countless robots. It looked like a war zone that had already ended.
In the center of the main avenue, the Zero Pointer of Ground G had emerged. It was fully deployed, its massive shadow stretching across the ruined city.
But it wasn't moving.
It was staring straight ahead.
The camera zoomed out.
Hovering in the air, right in front of the Zero Pointer's face, was a pair of wings.
Akira was floating there. He was eye-level with the colossal machine.
"Is he... talking?" Present Mic asked, leaning in. "Is he talking to the robot? Or the cat?"
Nezu bumped up the audio gain on the directional microphones.
The sound crackled to life.
"WAAAAAAA!"
It was the sweet, childish voice of Nia.
"DADDY! LOOK AT THAT BIG ROBOT! IT'S STARING AT US! IT'S SO BIG! CAN WE KEEP IT?"
Akira, hovering in the air with his arms crossed inside his kimono sleeves, chuckled. He reached up and scratched the cat behind the ears.
"I don't think it fits in the backyard, Nia," Akira's voice came through, calm and amused. "And Mom would kill us if we brought home more scrap metal."
The Zero Pointer groaned, its massive hand beginning to raise, aiming to swat the fly buzzing in front of its face.
"So how about this," Akira suggested. "I'll destroy it quickly, and we can head home. I want to play that new game we bought. How does that sound?"
Nia nodded enthusiastically. "Deal! Break the big toy!"
Akira nodded. He flew down to a nearby rooftop. He gently set Nia down on the concrete ledge.
"Wait for Daddy, okay?" he said, patting her head. "I'll be right back."
"Got it!" Nia chirped. "I will cheer for you! Go Daddy! Go!"
Akira smiled. "Thanks, sweety."
He turned back to the robot.
The teachers watched in silence.
"He's going to fight it?" Vlad King asked incredulously. "It's a Zero Pointer. There's no point."
"He doesn't care about points," Aizawa murmured. "He's bored."
In the air, Akira took a deep breath. He didn't reach for the Red Flame.
"Overheal: Phoenix Drive."
WOOSH.
Blue fire erupted from his skin. But this time, it didn't form blades or feathers. It fully covered him.
His body dissolved into the flame. He elongated, stretched, and reformed.
In the blink of an eye, the boy was gone.
In his place was a magnificent bird made entirely of blue and golden flames. It wasn't the jagged, angry construct of the Red Phoenix. This was sleek. Fluid. It looked like liquid water burning with cold fire.
(He looks like Marco's bird form, from One Piece.)
The Blue Phoenix screeched and flapped its wings once.
BOOM.
The sound barrier broke instantly.
The Blue Phoenix shot upward, looping high above the Zero Pointer.
The robot, sensing the threat, charged its optical lasers. It raised its massive arms to crush the bird.
But it was too slow. It was moving in slow motion compared to the blue comet streaking down from the sky.
Akira dived.
He didn't aim for the chest. He didn't aim for the joints.
He aimed for the head.
He tucked his wings, turning himself into a spear of concentrated kinetic energy and healing fire.
CRASH.
He hit the Zero Pointer's faceplate.
There was no resistance.
The Blue Phoenix punched straight through the reinforced steel skull of the robot. It exited out the back of the head in a shower of sparks and hydraulic fluid.
Akira didn't stop. He pulled up, banking sharply in the air, the blue flames trailing behind him like a ribbon.
Behind him, the Zero Pointer froze.
A massive, perfectly circular hole had been bored through its logic center.
KABOOM.
Internal explosions chained through the machine. The giant robot swayed, groaned, and then toppled backward, crashing into the street with a force that shook the cameras in the observation room.
Akira landed back on the rooftop next to Nia.
The blue flames dissipated instantly. He was back in his kimono, adjusting his collar as if he had just stepped out for a stroll.
"And done," he said, picking up his pipe.
Nia jumped up and down on the ledge. "YEAH!!!!!!! THAT WAS AWESOME! DADDY IS THE BEST!"
Akira smiled, picking her up and placing her on his head.
"Let's go home, Nia."
And flew towards the exit.
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