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And so the Quirk Assessment began.
"Test 1: 50-Meter Dash," the robot announced.
Aizawa looked at his clipboard. "Iida. Yaoyorozu. You're up."
Iida stepped up to the line, adjusting his glasses. He looked focused, ready to prove the superiority of his mobility.
Momo walked to the line next to him.
"Aizawa-sensei," Momo called out, raising her hand. "A minute, please."
Aizawa looked at her with tired eyes. "What is it?"
"Just a little preparation," she said with a confident smile.
She held out her wrist. Strapped to it was a sleek, digital band that looked like a smartwatch on steroids. She tapped the screen.
Beep.
From the sky, a low hum grew louder.
"Incoming!" Kaminari yelled, pointing up.
A drone — bearing the Creative Corp logo — dropped a large, metallic box on the field. The box unfolded automatically, revealing a compact, high-tech set of gear.
Akira, watching from the sidelines, let out a low whistle.
"Going all out now, are we?" he muttered, amused. "Temu Ironman indeed."
Momo looked back at him with a smirk. "No way you're getting first place without a fight, Akira."
"Oooooh!" Nia cheered from Akira's shoulder. "Momo is fighting back!"
The frog girl, Asui, placed a finger on her chin. "What... is she doing? ribbit."
Momo stepped into the box. She placed her feet into two large, mechanical housings.
"This is my quirk, Creation," Momo explained to the class. "I just prepared some things in advance."
She engaged the clamps. The housings snapped shut around her legs, extending up to her knees. They weren't just boots; they were thrusters.
Miniature versions of the propulsion system she had built for the Valkyrie suit.
She tapped her wristband again.
WHIRRRRR.
The boots glowed. Blue exhaust ports opened on the back of her calves.
"Ready," she said.
The timer robot raised its flag.
"On your mark... set... GO."
BOOM.
Iida shot forward, his engines screaming.
But Momo didn't run. She flew.
The thrusters on her legs ignited, not with fire, but with compressed air. She hovered an inch off the ground and rocketed forward like a drag racer.
It was close.
They crossed the line almost simultaneously.
"Tenya Iida: 3.04 seconds."
"Momo Yaoyorozu: 3.24 seconds."
The class gasped.
Iida skidded to a halt, smoke rising from his calves. He adjusted his glasses, looking impressed. "Incredible. I could only reach third gear in such a short distance. Your acceleration is formidable."
Momo powered down her boots. "Thanks, I still have some calibration to do."
Aizawa jotted something down on his clipboard. "Impressive speed. Versatile quirk usage, which she knows how to use."
The tests continued.
Ochaco Uraraka touched her clothes and shoes, reducing the overall weight of her outfit.
"7.15 seconds!"
Yuga Aoyama, the boy with the sparkling belt, turned his back to the finish line.
"Navel Laser!" he shouted.
He blasted himself backward with a beam of light. He flew fast, for like ten meters, before gravity took over and he crashed. He shot again. Crashed again.
He crossed the line in 5.51 seconds.
He stood up, brushing dust off his clothes. "I looked better doing it, though. Merci."
The class stared at him. What the heck is wrong with him?
The test continued.
"Bakugo. Midoriya."
Bakugo grinned, crouched in a low stance.
"DIEEEEE!"
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
He used explosions behind him to propel himself forward, flying through the air.
"4.13 seconds!"
Midoriya just ran and crossed the line in 7.02 seconds, panting heavily.
"Finally," Aizawa called out. "Hagakure. Shuzenji."
Toru stepped up to the line. "Let's do our best!"
Akira walked up. He adjusted his gloves. He looked at Momo, who was holding Nia.
"Watch closely," he said.
"Showoff," Nia sighed, though her tail was wagging.
"That your Daddy is," Momo giggled. "Let him be. He enjoys it."
A tornado of blue fire erupted around him.
The students flinched. Kaminari yelped, covering his face. Sero shielded his eyes.
"Is he burning?!"
"No," Momo said calmly. "Just watch."
The tornado dispersed instantly. Akira was hovering a foot off the ground.
Massive wings made of blue and gold flames spread from his back. Looking beautiful and scary at the same time.
"On your mark... set..."
"GO."
He flapped once.
BOOM.
A gust of wind knocked Toru sideways.
Akira shot forward, tearing through the air.
"1.90 seconds."
Akira flew up using the air resistance to kill his momentum, as he landed gracefully, right in front of Momo.
"I couldn't generate enough speed in fifty meters," he complained, the flames dissipating into motes of light.
Momo handed Nia back to him. "That's the point of a dash, Akira. Acceleration, not top speed."
The class stared at him.
"1.9 seconds?" Ojiro whispered. "That's... faster than Iida."
"And he can fly?" Jifo added. "That's broken!"
The rest of the tests followed the same pattern.
Grip Strength: Akira used a blue flame construct to wrap around the device and crush it. Standing Long Jump: He just flew. Cleared the sandbox entirely. Side Steps: That was the one he could not use his wings advantage and had to rely on the Phenix Drive boost.
Momo dominated in her own way. She created levers for grip strength. She made springs for the jump.
And finally came the final test.
The Ball Throw.
"Yaoyorozu," Aizawa called.
Momo stepped into the circle.
"Creation: Heavy Artillery."
She created a massive, cannon-like structure attached to her shoulder. She loaded the ball into the barrel, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
THOOM.
The cannon fired. The ball vanished into the bright sky.
"1,100 meters," Aizawa read.
"YES!" Momo cheered.
Akira high-fived her, and Nia offered a high-five with her paw.
"Beat that," Momo grinned at him.
"I did," Akira reminded her. "2.0 kilometers. Remember?"
"Oh..... I forgot that." Nia and Akira laughed at her.
"Midoriya," Aizawa called.
Izuku Midoriya walked into the circle with a pale-looking face. He looked sick. He had done worse than anyone in every test and was currently in last place.
I have to do this, Izuku thought, his hands shaking. If I don't get a good score here... I'm expelled. All Might gave me this power. I can't waste it.
He gripped the ball.
One For All... 100%.
He wound up his arm. He felt the power surging, threatening to break his bones.
'SMASH!' he yelled in his mind.
He threw.
The ball left his hand.
It flew... about forty meters.
"What?" Izuku gasped. "But... I used it. I'm sure I used it."
He looked at his hand. It wasn't broken. The power had vanished right at the moment of release.
"I erased your quirk."
Izuku turned.
Aizawa stood there. His eyes were glowing red. The capture scarf around his neck was unraveling, floating like snakes.
Akira, watching from the side, took the pipe out of his mouth.
"Ohhhh," he whispered, recognizing the look. "That's him. Eraserhead. Underground Hero."
"Eraserhead?" Tsuyu asked. "I've never heard of him."
"You wouldn't," Akira murmured. "He hates media."
Aizawa ignored the class; he was too busy glaring at Izuku.
"You were trying to pull the same stunt you did in the entrance exam, weren't you?"
Izuku looked down.
"You can't control your quirk," Aizawa stated brutally. "And you intended to use it anyway? To break your arm again? What if you were in the field right now? Do you expect someone to come and rescue you after you turn yourself into a liability?"
Izuku just stared, unable to say anything. The truth hurt more than the broken bones.
"It's irrational," Aizawa said, his eyes narrowing. "You remind me of a certain hero who recklessly saves people..., but at least he saves them. You just break yourself."
He closed his eyes. His hair fell back down.
"So here is what is going to happen," Aizawa said, tossing another ball to Izuku. "I will give you one more chance. Complete the task without making yourself a liability. Is that understood?"
Izuku nodded frantically.
"I returned your quirk," Aizawa said, walking back to the sidelines. "Hurry up."
Izuku stood in the circle. He was shaking.
He's right, Izuku thought. I can't just break my arm. I need... control.
He looked at the ball.
He wound up for a normal throw.
Focus. Not the whole arm. Just the tip.
At the very last second, right as the ball left his fingers, he channeled the power.
SMASH!
He snapped his index finger.
The air cracked. The ball shot away like a bullet.
It soared into the sky.
Izuku clutched his broken, purple finger. He turned to Aizawa, tears in his eyes but a smile on his face.
"Sensei..." Izuku gasped. "I... I can still move!"
Akira started laughing.
"BHAHAHAHAHA..... The guy is a dumbass, but he has guts. I'll give him that."
"Agreed," Momo said, looking impressed.
Aizawa looked at the device. He gave Izuku a crazy, wide smile that stretched his face.
"Now that is good," Aizawa said.
He showed the distance to the class.
705.2 meters.
The class cheered.
"He did it!" Uraraka yelled.
"Over 700 meters?!" Mina gasped. "That's a great score!"
But one person wasn't cheering.
Katsuki Bakugo stood near the edge of the group.
Deku?
Throughout the test, Bakugo had thought he would be the top dog. But the Red Hair and the girl kept dominating everything. And now... now this damn quirkless nerd had a quirk?
He lied to me, Bakugo thought. For ten years... he looked down on me.
Rage flooded his system.
"What's the meaning of this?!" Bakugo roared.
Small explosions popped in his palms. He launched himself forward, sprinting toward the green-haired boy.
"TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON! DEKU, YOU BASTARD!!!!"
Aizawa saw him moving. He sighed, reaching for his capture scarf. These kids have too much energy.
But before Aizawa could activate his quirk, something moved even faster.
A blue streak of light shot across the field.
Huh? Aizawa thought, blinking.
Akira moved. He didn't use the wings. He used Phoenix Drive on his legs.
He intercepted Bakugo halfway to Izuku.
A massive hammer made of solidified, blue-gold flame materialized in Akira's hands.
Bakugo saw it coming. He tried to blast it.
But he was too slow.
Akira swung.
"Don't worry," Akira smiled, "I will heal you for free."
The hammer slammed into Bakugo's face.
BANG.
Bakugo flew. He was launched sideways through the air like a broken doll, crashing into the side of the concrete storage shed fifty feet away.
CRUNCH.
The wall cracked. Bakugo dropped to the ground, his left arm twisted at a wrong angle, and his leg bent the wrong side.
"AHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!"
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