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"He didn't even break a sweat. I must say, the future of this world is in safe hands," All Might said, impressed by what he saw.
"He treated it like a bug on his windshield," Midnight corrected, fanning herself rapidly with a folding fan. "That kind of power... and the elegance of the transformation. Terrifyingly beautiful. My god~~ if he were a bit older. "
The teachers sighed. Sometimes they did not know whether this woman was joking or not.
Nezu chuckled, the sound breaking the awkward silence.
"I must say," the principal grinned. "Fascinating. We have so many heavy hitters this year. Midoriya smashed the Zero Pointer with raw, uncontrolled, but that's what we are here for. The way that Bakugo kid dismantled the robots. And Shuzenji... well, he simply erased the threat."
Vlad King crossed his arms, the muscles bulging under his costume. He looked at the monitors displaying the other centers, where students were still struggling to take down One-Pointers.
"Class 1-A is going to be a handful. Or a disaster zone," the Blood Hero grunted. "You have a boy who breaks his bones to punch, a boy who screams 'die' at objects that are not even alive, you know, robots, and a boy who turns into a mini supernova."
He turned to look at the man wrapped in a yellow sleeping bag in the corner.
"You deal with him, Aizawa. You're the homeroom teacher for Class A. Good luck reigning in a kid who can turn into a mythical bird made of plasma and has the attitude of a feudal lord."
Aizawa groaned. He rubbed his temples, already feeling the migraine setting in. He reached into his pocket for his eye drops, tilting his head back.
"I haven't even met them yet, and I already want to expel them all just for the peace," Aizawa muttered, blinking rapidly. "Especially that one. Shuzenji. He has 'Problem Child' written all over his file in red ink. Disrespectful to authority, nonchalant about violence, and overpowered. Just great."
"By the way," Cementoss asked, leaning forward in his chair. The concrete hero looked worried. "What is his score?"
Nezu blinked, lowering his tea. "Why do you ask?"
"Well," Cementoss started, tapping the console with a thick finger. "Usually, the system tallies the points automatically. The sensors in the robots send a signal when they are disabled. But the counter for Ground G seems to be... stuck."
Nezu raised an eyebrow. "Stuck?"
"It stopped counting," Cementoss explained. "Because there was nothing left to count."
"From what I saw from my podium, that Akira kid didn't just destroy some robots. He destroyed all of them. Every single active unit in Ground G was neutralized by that feather rain."
The room went silent again. Even Aizawa stopped rubbing his eyes.
"All of them?" Midnight asked, her fan stopping mid-wave.
"Homing projectiles," Cementoss nodded. "Total saturation. Assuming the standard deployment numbers for a Battle Center..."
He did the mental math, counting on his blocky fingers.
"300 One-Pointers."
"200 Two-Pointers."
"150 Three-Pointers."
Cementoss looked at Nezu. "Ho ho ho. You can do the total."
Nezu's paws flew across the keyboard. He pulled up the raw data feed from the sensors in Ground G. The code scrolled past rapidly, showing line after line of "SIGNAL LOST" and "UNIT DESTROYED."
The number flashed on the main screen in bright red digits.
TOTAL VILLAIN POINTS: 1,150
The faculty members stared at it.
Usually, a score of 60 or 70 was considered impressive. Breaking 100 was exceptional â a sign of a true prodigy. All Might's records were in the high hundreds, but even he had spent time saving people.
This was a four-digit number.
"This kid," Nezu sighed, shaking his head in pride. "He broke the curve. He didn't just pass the exam; he conquered it. I have started to think, he does have a feudal lord complex."
"Is that allowed?" Vlad King asked, frowning. "He didn't leave any points for the other examinees in that center. What about the other kids? If there are no robots, they get zero points."
"Survival of the fittest," Nezu shrugged. "Or in this case, survival of the fastest."
The principal tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"However, we cannot simply fail everyone else because one student is a force of nature. We will have to review the footage from Ground G carefully. We will look for 'Rescue Points' much more thoroughly."
"Most of them panicked," Aizawa noted dryly, looking at a screen where a student was crying behind a dumpster.
"Then we might have to offer a supplementary round for the promising ones," Nezu decided. "But Shuzenji... he has certainly made a statement."
"And a hole in our budget," Power Loader grumbled from the back, looking at the tablet showing the repair costs. "Do you know how expensive these machines are? From the videos, he hit the processor of every single robot. That's custom silicon!"
"I think we can manage that... hahahaha...." Neze said, laughing nervously.
The Shuzenji Estate, Musutafu.
Honoka Shuzenji sat in a high-backed leather chair behind a desk that looked like it belonged in a presidential office. She wasn't wearing her hero costume or her doctor's coat. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored cream colored business suit that screamed authority. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, secured with a pin, and reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.
She looked every inch the CEO of a multibillion-yen company. And currently, she looked ready to fire someone.
"No," she said into the Bluetooth earpiece, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "I don't care what the shipping manifest says, Johnson. The Titanium-Tungsten alloy from I-Island was supposed to be in Warehouse 4 yesterday."
She paused, listening to the stammering on the other end.
"Weather delays?" she repeated. "You're telling me that a shipment of strategic support metal is late because of rain? We have weather manipulation heroes on payroll specifically for this reason! Call the logistics team. Tell them if that alloy isn't in Musutafu by midnight, I'm personally coming down there to audit the department. And you know what my quirk is? No matter how many times I break your bones, I will heal them, and break them again!!"
She tapped the disconnect button violently.
"Incompetence," she muttered to the empty room. "It's a disease, and apparently, there is no cure."
This was her new life.
Two years ago, after the fallout in the Hida Mountains, everything changed. The trauma of losing Sasha and Shino â her only real friends â had left a deep, jagged scar on her mind. She couldn't go back to the field. She couldn't handle the high-pressure environment of combat medicine, where every second was a life-or-death decision that reminded her of the friends she couldn't save.
She had been directionless. A hero without a cause.
And then, weeks later, after the incident, Akira had walked into the kitchen, eating a piece of toast, and dropped a proposal that changed everything.
"We have money," he had said, looking far too serious for a middle schooler. "But money sitting in a bank is useless. It's potential energy waiting to be kinetic. If I'm going to reach the top... if I'm going to change the system like I promised Kota... I won't just need physical might. I need leverage. I need financial backing that rivals the Commission."
It had sounded crazy. It sounded like something a villain from those old movies would say.
But it sounded perfect.
It gave Honoka a purpose. A way to fight that didn't involve blood. A way to build the shield her son wanted to be.
Since that day, she and Nezu had worked tirelessly. Nezu provided the strategy, the market predictions, and the loopholes in Hero Law; Honoka provided the face, the medical expertise, and the relentless drive of a mother protecting her cub.
In two years, Shuzenji Enterprises had gone from a quiet holding company for family wealth to a juggernaut. They dominated pharmaceuticals with new rapid-healing sprays. They revolutionized support gear with lightweight alloys. They bought out security firms and privatized hero analysis data.
Now, Honoka wasn't just a retired hero. She was a titan of industry.
She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Why is hiring competent accountants harder than performing brain surgery? At least the brain stays where you put it."
She reached for her coffee, took a sip, and sighed. It was cold.
As she shifted a stack of physical files on her desk â NDAs, patent applications, acquisition forms â a heavy, red-colored envelope slid out from the pile and fell to the floor.
Honoka frowned. She bent down and picked it up.
The paper was thick. Textured. Embossed with a gold leaf.
Annual Enterprise Summit Hosted by: Celestial Axis Corporation.
Honoka's eyes narrowed instantly. And flames appeared around her fists.
"Huh?" she spat. "What are these fuckers up to now?"
Celestial Axis Corporation.
The leading company in hero support and hardware manufacturing in China. The second-largest company in China. A behemoth of industry.
And Honoka's sworn enemies.
Why did she hate them? Because they were sore losers. Petty, stinky, sore losers.
When Shuzenji Enterprises entered the hero support and gadget industry, they disrupted the market violently. Their tech â based on Nezu's blueprints and Honoka's medical knowledge â was lighter, faster, and cheaper. They prioritized saving lives over profit margins (mostly), which made them incredibly popular. They quickly took over the Japanese market, pushing out foreign imports.
And guess which company had held a monopoly on that sector before them?
You guessed it. Celestial Axis Corporation.
Since then, they had been a thorn in her side. Corporate espionage attempts, slander campaigns in the international press, patent trolling lawsuits that Nezu swatted away like flies. They tried to poke the bear, not realizing the bear had a son who could melt mountains and a rat mentor who played 4D chess.
She ripped the envelope open, disregarding the fancy wax seal.
Dear CEO Honoka Shuzenji,
It is our distinct honor to invite Shuzenji Enterprises to the Annual Summit in Shanghai. As a rising star in the industry, your presence would be... illuminating. We believe there is much we can learn from each other in the spirit of international cooperation.
"Illuminating my ass," Honoka grumbled, tossing the letter onto the desk. "They want to show off. They want to get me on their turf and flex their home-field advantage. Probably try to buy me out or steal our latest compression tech."
She leaned back in her chair, tapping her finger against her chin.
"Still... no matter how much I hate these idiots, this is one of the few things that could really help us. Connecting with the top Chinese companies would help us expand into the mainland market. If we secure a distribution deal in Shanghai, our stock price doubles overnight."
She sighed. "Business before spite. Nezu would be so proud hearing this."
She picked up the invitation again, scanning the details.
Formal business attire required. Black tie gala on the final night. Hotel accommodations provided at the Celestial Tower â the finest hotel in Shanghai.
"Cool," she muttered. "Less money spent. I love free stuff. Even if it's from the enemy."
Then, her eyes stopped at the final line of the invitation, written in elegant cursive.
Family members and heirs are cordially invited to attend the cultural exchange events and the Grand Banquet.
Honoka froze.
A delighted smile spread across her face. The stress of the quarterly reports and the missing alloy evaporated instantly.
"OHHHHHHH!" she squealed internally, kicking her feet like a teenager. "I can use this! A business trip write-off!"
She pictured it. A trip to China. Authentic dim sum. The Great Wall.
With Akira and Nia.
She imagined Akira, trapped in a formal suit, forced to socialize with foreign dignitaries while she took photos. She imagined him trying to order food with his broken Mandarin. She imagined Nia trying to fight a Chinese dragon statue.
"This will be so fun!" she said aloud, clapping her hands. "I can take Akira and Nia! A family vacation!"
"What will be fun?"
A cute, high-pitched voice came from right beside her ear.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Honoka screamed, throwing the heavy file she had just picked up into the air. Papers rained down like confetti, drifting over the expensive rug.
She spun around, clutching her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Nia was sitting on the armrest of her leather chair, blinking her large yellow eyes innocently. She was licking a paw, looking completely unbothered by the sudden explosion of paper.
"Hi, Miss Honoka," the cat chirped. "Did I scare you?"
"YES!" Honoka gasped, trying to restart her heart. "Don't sneak up on me like that! I'm a CEO, not a ninja! My heart can't take this!"
Nia tilted her head. "But Daddy said stealth is important. He's been teaching me how to walk without making a sound. I'm getting really good at it! Did you see? I was like a shadow!"
Honoka laughed, the tension leaving her body in a rush. She reached out and picked up the small black cat, hugging her close. Nia purred, vibrating against her chest.
"You are very good at it, Nia. Too good. You almost gave me a heart attack."
"So," Nia asked, wiggling her whiskers. "Did you say China? Does China have different fish? Daddy says they have different food."
Honoka grinned. "Yes, Nia. China has very different fish. And dumplings. And ducks. And we're going to eat all of them."
"Yay!" Nia cheered. "Can we bring Daddy? He needs to get out more. He stays in that gym forever."
"Oh, we are definitely bringing your Daddy," Honoka promised, looking at the invitation again. "He needs a suit."
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