Hello there!! Here is today's chapter.
Plus I can see we are getting near 1200PS mark.
Again will be going to sleep after uploading this chapter, so if the 1200PS mark is done, i will upload after I wake up.
The next milestone after1200 will be 1800 PS, think we can get that?
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Northern Sector Depot:
Mark stood frozen as he watched his squad being wiped out. His heavy combat armor was smoking. His rocket-launcher arms felt heavier than ever.
He stared at the demon descending from the sky.
"W-What..." That was all he managed to say.
The figure landed softly on the concrete, as he dusted off his perfectly tailored suit. The silver hair was perfect, swept back, which yelled wealth and power. The face was wrinkled but handsome, wearing a smile.
When Mark saw that face clearly, illuminated by the flames, blood drained from his face.
It all makes sense... He understood why this mission paid so much. He understood why no one else had taken the contract.
This wasn't a hero. This was a calamity.
President Ming.
Known in the underworld by a different name. The Laughing Asura. And to the rest of the world as The Strongest Hero in Asia.
Mark's survival instincts kicked in.
"DIE!" he screamed, raising his massive metal arms to fire a point-blank volley.
He triggered the firing mechanism. The neural link sent the command: Fire everything.
Sadly, nothing happened.
His arms didn't move. His fingers didn't twitch. It wasn't just his weapons; his entire body was locked in place, as if he had lost control of his body.
"Oh dear," Ming chuckled. "So eager, and so rude. Didn't your mother teach you not to point weapons at your elders?"
Ming walked forward, stepping over the corpses of Mark's team without looking down.
He stopped inches from Mark.
"You have caused quite a mess," Ming said, adjusting his cufflinks. "This facility houses sensitive prototypes. The paperwork alone will take me all morning. Do you know how tedious insurance claims are?"
Mark tried to speak, but his jaw was clamped shut by the invisible force. His eyes darted around wildly, pleading for mercy.
Ming smiled. It was the smile of a tiger looking at a wounded gazelle.
"But I suppose you can be useful," Ming mused, tapping his chin. "You can tell me who hired you. And then..."
Ming placed a hand on Mark's shoulder.
It felt like a mountain landing on him. The armor groaned under the pressure.
"Then we can discuss the price of your life," Ming whispered. "Ho ho ho. Let's have a talk, shall we? I have a lovely soundproof room just for these occasions."
I am fucked, was all Mark could think of.
***
One Week Later. The Shuzenji Estate:
Akira's gym was filled with the sound of the rhythmic squeak of sneakers on high-grip mats.
"Left! Right! Duck!"
Momo Yaoyorozu gritted her teeth, sweat dripping from her forehead and stinging her eyes. She was wearing a black tank top and athletic shorts, her usual high ponytail bouncing as she moved. Her arms were heavy, her legs burned, but she didn't stop.
She weaved to the left, narrowly avoiding the sword. She pivoted on her back foot, throwing a jab aimed at Akira's ribs.
Akira caught the punch in his palm effortlessly. He didn't even move his feet.
"Too slow," he critiqued, pushing her hand back. "You're telegraphing your shoulder. You drop it right before you strike. Anyone with eyes can see that punch coming from a mile away."
He released her fist and countered with a slow hook to her stomach.
Momo tried to dodge, but she was off-balance from her failed strike.
OOF.
The punch connected. It wasn't hard enough to injure, but it was enough to knock the wind out of her.
"Eyes up," Akira ordered, stepping back to give her space. "Never look at the floor. The floor isn't trying to kill you. I am."
Momo wheezed, clutching her stomach. She looked at the floor mats, counting to three, then forced her head up.
"Go Momo! Go!" Nia yelled from the sidelines. The cat was sitting on top of a stack of gym mats, wearing a tiny headband that said 'COACH' and holding a whistle in her mouth. "Bite his ankles! Use the chair! Throw sand!"
Momo cracked a smile through the pain. She took a deep breath, centering herself.
Think, she told herself. Don't just react. Create. I am not a brawler. I am an engineer.
She lunged again.
Akira stepped aside, ready to trip her with the sheath of his sword.
But Momo didn't step. She slid.
A thin sheet of viscous grease — created instantly from the lipids in her foot — coated the floor under her leading step. She accelerated past his guard, turning the stumble into a controlled slide-tackle.
Clever.
Akira jumped to avoid the sweep.
Now.
Momo rolled, popping up to her feet. She created a flash-bang grenade in her hand and threw it at his face.
BANG.
A blinding white light filled the gym.
Akira flinched, shielding his eyes with his arm. For a second, he was blind.
Momo closed the distance. She didn't try to punch him this time. She created a bo staff from her arm, swinging it in a wide arc.
It connected with his shoulder.
THWACK.
"Got it!" she cheered, beaming.
Akira lowered his arm, blinking away the spots in his vision. He looked at her, then at his shoulder where she had hit him.
He smiled. "Good job. You used the environment, and your quirk to create an opening, not just a weapon, and the best thing is that you didn't hesitate to swing."
He walked over to the bench and grabbed a water bottle. He tossed it to her without looking.
Momo fumbled the catch, bobbling the bottle twice before finally securing it against her chest. She stood up straight, trying to look cool and composed, flipping her hair back.
Akira just stared at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hehe."
"Yeah, yeah," Momo sighed, cracking the bottle open and downing half of it in one go. "Laugh at me. Sorry for not being cool and nonchalant like the great Akira Shuzenji, who catches things without looking."
"You will get there with time," Akira said, taking a sip of his own drink.
"Coolness is a skill, just like punching. You just have to practice your cool face in the mirror. Try squinting your eyes more."
Nia ran over and jumped onto Momo's shoulder, rubbing her face against Momo's cheek. "You are getting so much better! You hit Daddy! That's ten points! If you draw blood, you get a bonus snack!"
"Thanks, Nia," Momo laughed, scratching the cat's ears. "Hehehehe."
She looked at Akira. "Do you think... do you think it was enough? For U.A.?"
Akira looked at her. He saw the doubt that still lingered.
"Momo," he said seriously. "You created a flash grenade mid-combat and did not hesitate to hit me. You'll be fine."
BANG.
The =gym doors flew open, slamming against the walls.
Two women rushed in.
"IT'S HERE!" Honoka screamed, waving a thick, cream-colored envelope in the air like a winning lottery ticket.
Recovery Girl followed her, leaning on her cane but moving with surprising speed for her age. "Stop yelling, you brat! You're going to deafen us! You know damn well he passed."
"Oh, shut up, Mom!" Honoka retorted.
"Meh," Chiyo grunted.
Momo lowered her water bottle, her eyes widening. "The results?"
She turned to Akira. "Are you not excited?"
Akira shrugged, walking over to his mother. "Well, I am kinda sure where I will be ranked. Unless they deducted points for 'excessive style' or 'unauthorized smoking'."
"Tell me," Momo demanded. "Where do you think you placed?"
"You shall find out soon," Akira grinned.
They grouped up around the bench. Honoka held the envelope out to Akira, her hands trembling slightly with excitement.
"Open it, baby. It's your future."
Akira looked at the envelope, then at his mother.
"You do it," he said softly.
Honoka blinked. "Me?"
"Yeah. You're the CEO. You handle the mail. Besides... you deserve to see it first."
Honoka smiled. "Okay."
She tore the seal.
A small, metal disk slid out.
BZZZT.
A hologram projected into the air.
A small, white mouse-bear-dog creature in a suit, sitting at a desk with a cup of tea.
"Hello there, Akira! Honoka-kun! And Chiyo-san!" Nezu's high-pitched voice filled the gym.
Momo gasped, covering her mouth. "Principal Nezu?! How did he know you all would be here?"
"It's not hard for that rat to figure out," Akira muttered, taking out his pipe and sticking it in his mouth unlit.
"You should not be talking about your future principal like that!" Momo scolded him.
"Yeah, yeah."
The message continued. Nezu adjusted his tie on the screen.
"I have to say, Akira-kun, when you told me you wanted to take the standard entrance test instead of the recommendation route, I really did not get why."
Nezu grinned.
"But after seeing the little show you pulled in Ground G... I understand. You wanted to send a message. You wanted to make sure everyone knew exactly who was walking through those doors."
Nezu leaned into the camera.
"All I have to say is... message received. You are on track toward your goal. And I am glad you did not take my offer two years ago. You need a bigger stage. You need an audience."
Momo frowned, confused. Offer? Two years ago? She wanted to ask, but she looked at Akira's face. He was staring at the projection with a look of satisfaction. She realized it wasn't her right to ask.
Akira noticed her glance. He gave her a small, appreciative nod for her silence.
"Now enough of the past!" Nezu chirped. "Let's get to the point!"
"As you already know, the Villain Points were awarded based on the number of robots you destroyed. But there was another metric. The Hero Points! Points awarded for saving others, for selfless action! For protecting the needy!"
Nezu paused for dramatic effect.
"Which...let's just say you did not get. Because you completed the whole thing way too fast. There was no time for anyone to be in danger because you killed the danger before it could threaten anyone. You saved them by eliminating the threat. Efficient, but technically zero Hero Points."
Akira smirked. "Efficiency is its own reward."
"However," Nezu continued, "we cannot ignore the sheer scale of your victory. We debated. We argued. Cementoss wanted to charge you for the repairs."
Nezu laughed.
"Now enough of that," Nezu waved a paw. "I got stocks to mess with, and the market waits for no mammal. So, here are the results!"
The screen changed. A leaderboard appeared.
3. Eijiro Kirishima - 74 Points
2. Katsuki Bakugo - 77 Points
And at the top, in bold, red letters:
1. AKIRA SHUZENJI - 1,150 POINTS
PFFFFFT.
Momo spat her water out, spraying the floor.
Honoka and Chiyo stared at the number.
"One..." Honoka whispered. "One thousand...?"
"Well, damn," Chiyo said, adjusting her visor. "I expected you to break Yagi's record... but not by this much. You obliterated it. You gotta relax, kid. You're going to give the teachers a complex."
Akira looked at the score. He took a slow drag from his pipe, exhaling a cloud of blue smoke.
"What can I say?" he said, dusting off his shoulder. "I'm just that great after all."
Momo wiped her mouth, staring at him with a mix of awe and annoyance. "Cornball."
"Hey!" he protested. "I earned it!"
"Cornball!" Nia cheered.
Akira felt a playful punch in his gut from his mother.
"My son, the overachiever," Honoka laughed, hugging him.
The gym filled with laughter, drowning out the ghosts of the past.
Akira Shuzenji was going to U.A.
And he was going to be a problem.
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