The envelope from UA High School didn't just contain a letter; it contained a heavy, metallic disc—a projector that hummed with the same clean, industrial precision as a Horizon Power Cell.
Kenji sat in his grandfather's basement, the "Hidden Library," surrounded by the silent silhouettes of ancient consoles. The glow of the projector cut through the darkness, casting a holographic image of All Might against the wall of dusty servers.
Before the holographic All Might spoke, the recording cut to a split-screen display of the UA faculty meeting. This was the "Behind the Scenes" footage—the developer commentary of his entrance exam.
"Look at this boy," the voice of Nezu, the Principal, chirped over the footage of Kenji parrying the Zero-Pointer. "Kenji Sato. For fifteen years, his medical records labeled him 'Quirkless.' And yet, in ten minutes, he displayed the physical durability of an S-Tier tank, the scanning capabilities of a high-end support item, and a thermal output that rivaled Endeavor's interns."
The screen showed Eraserhead (Aizawa) leaning back, his eyes narrowed at the footage of Kenji "loading" his Weapon Memory.
"It's not just the power," Aizawa's voice grumbled. "It's the efficiency. Look at his eyes in the playback. He isn't looking at the robots as enemies. He's looking at them as puzzles. He didn't waste a single Joule of energy. When he struck that 1-Pointer, he hit the exact structural weld point that held the chassis together. That's not instinct. That's data."
Recovery Girl chimed in, her voice skeptical. "The strain on his body, though... his 'System' seems to bypass natural muscle limits by treating his bones like 'unchangeable code.' If he keeps this up, he won't just break a limb; he'll crash his entire biological OS."
The faculty fell silent as the footage reached the moment of the Thu'um. The audio recording peaked into white noise as Kenji's voice tore through the speakers.
"He called it a 'Shout,'" Nezu noted, clicking a pen. "But our sensors picked up a temporary rewrite of local physics. For three seconds, the law of conservation of mass was suspended. He didn't just breathe fire; he exported the concept of fire from a dead digital archive into our reality."