Waking up the next day, instead of following my usual morning routine, I immediately head toward my Archive.
With exams looming over me like a storm cloud, I know I can' t afford to waste any time—I need every advantage I can get.
The only reason I even remembered to use my library was because I had checked my status last night.
Seeing my progress—or lack there of—was enough to jolt me into action.
As I step inside, the world around me shifts.
I find myself once again standing at the center of the Infinite Archive, an endless expanse of towering bookshelves stretching far beyond what my eyes can see.
The sheer vastness of it never fails to overwhelm me, but I push that feeling aside. Right now, my focus is on finding my next ability.
I cross my arms, deep in thought. There are so many choices, so many possibilities.
What should I choose? What will be the most useful? Then, a memory resurfaces—an old man, his movements fluid yet devastating, wielding a fighting style known as "Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist."
A decision clicks into place. That's it.
The moment I make my choice, a thick, leather-bound book detaches itself from one of the shelves, flying towards me with eerie precision.
As soon as I reach out to grasp it, the world around me flickers—just like last time.
I find myself watching a new scene unfold on the book before me, as if I were watching someone else's memory.
A seasoned master, his movements honed to perfection, flows through a series of strikes and counters, his body shifting like water yet striking with the force of a landslide.
Every motion is precise, every attack calculated. The way he seamlessly transitions between offense and defense is mesmerizing.
Time seems to stretch and condense all at once. Before I know it, the vision fades, and I'm back in the Archive, the book in my hands humming with residual energy.
I take a deep breath, absorbing what I just witnessed. Strangely, it didn't take me as long to grasp the concepts this time.
Maybe it's because I've already learned something with similar principles, or maybe I'm simply getting better at this process.
Either way, I can feel it—the knowledge settling into my mind, the movements embedding themselves into my muscle memory.
Satisfied, I close the book, letting it return to its rightful place among the endless shelves. My time here is up.
With a sense of renewed purpose, I step out of the Archive and back into reality. The moment my feet hit solid ground, I waste no time—I need to get ready.
After quickly preparing myself, I head out. My destination? Takoba Beach.
[A/N](I didn't really know what the name for the beach was and just used to call it by how it sounded but I have fixed it now)
Once I reach Takoba Beach, I see All Might standing there, his usual towering presence impossible to miss.
After a brief conversation, he suddenly holds out a single strand of his hair.
"Eat this."
I stare at him, my mind stalling for a moment.
He's kidding, right? But the serious look on his face tells me otherwise. He's actually serious...
Suppressing a gag, I take the strand and swallow it, coughing as it slithers down my throat.
"It'll take a little while for the power to digest," All Might explains, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"But once it does, you'll have the strength necessary to pass the U.A. exam."
With that, I set off for U.A. High School, my heart pounding as I approach the massive gates.
As I walk in, I hear hurried footsteps behind me.
"Out of the way, damn nerd!"
I don't even need to turn around to recognize that voice.
"Kacchan, why do you always have to be so rude?" I mutter under my breath.
Bakugo just scoffs and pushes past me, marching ahead as if he owns the place.
I shake my head and continue walking, entering the U.A. exam building.
The Written Exam
The first portion of the test is the written exam, and compared to everything else, it's a breeze.
I work through the questions methodically, feeling confident in my answers.
When I finish, I glance around and see that others are wrapping up as well.
Once everyone is done, a proctor steps forward.
"For those participating in the practical exam, please proceed to the designated area."
I stand and follow the crowd of examinees as we make our way toward a large auditorium.
The Practical Exam - Introduction
The lights dim, and the massive doors shut behind us.
A single spotlight shines in the center of the room, illuminating a familiar figure.
"YEAHHHH!! WELCOME, U.A. CANDIDATES!!"
It's Present Mic, his voice booming through the room.
After his usual over-the-top introduction, he explains the rules of the practical exam:
Destroy 1-point, 2-point, and 3-point villain robots to earn points.
The zero-pointer is a massive obstacle—best to avoid it.
Bonus rescue points are awarded for acts of heroism.
Once everything is clear, we head to the changing rooms.
I slip into my workout clothes—a black sports bra and gray sweatpants—and head to my assigned area.
The Practical Exam - Villain Bot Fight
Standing in front of the giant metal doors, I prepare myself. The other examinees wait as well, tense and ready.
The doors slam open, revealing the urban testing grounds.
Everyone hesitates.
But I don't.
I remember there's no official start signal—we can begin immediately!
I take off in a sprint, hearing complaints behind me as a body with dark blue hair—probably Iida—dashes past at inhuman speed.
The battlefield is chaotic.
Robots flood the streets, metal limbs thrashing as they attack anyone nearby.
I engage a 1-pointer first, sliding under its arm before delivering a spinning kick to its head, sending it crashing into a nearby wall. 3 points.
A 2-pointer rushes at me, arms swinging wildly.
I leap onto its outstretched arm, running up its body before slamming my heel into its optical sensor, blinding it.
Then, using its head as leverage, I flip off, twisting midair to land gracefully as the bot crumples behind me. 7 points total.
For a while, I continue racking up points without using Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist. I want to see what I can do with just raw agility and instinct.
After minutes of nonstop combat, I glance at the scoreboard—78 points.
Not bad… but now it's time to take things up a notch.
Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist
I take a deep breath, centering myself. My stance shifts, my hands flowing effortlessly into position.
The moment a 3-pointer lunges at me, I move like water.
Its metal fist swings down—I step aside, brushing its attack away with a fluid motion. Before it can react, I weave around its defenses, striking at its joints with pinpoint precision.
Each hit sends ripples through its frame, destabilizing it.
With a final palm strike, I send the bot flying backward, its circuits overloaded.
More bots come—1-pointers, 2-pointers, 3-pointers.
They fall one after another. My movements are smooth, controlled, and devastating.
I dodge, deflect, counter, and strike—never staying still, never losing momentum.
By the time the rumbling starts, my score is somewhere around 140 to 150 points.
The Zero-Pointer
A deep tremor shakes the ground.
I glance up.
A monstrous robot looms in the distance, towering over the battlefield as it smashes buildings in its path.
Chaos erupts. Students scream, running away in terror.
Then I hear it—
A shout for help.
I turn and spot a girl with short brown hair trapped under rubble.
The Zero-Pointer's massive metal foot is inching closer, ready to crush her.
My body moves before my mind can catch up.
I sprint forward, channeling One For All through my legs.
Power surges through me as I launch into the air, propelling myself directly toward the robot's face.
Midair, I clench my fist, ready to punch—
Then I remember Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist- and Water Breathing.
Combining them All, I shift my stance, rotating my arm in a flowing motion before launching it forward with everything I have.
Water Flows behind my arm and with a deadly sound I hear crunch of the metal
The impact is catastrophic.
The Zero-Pointer's head and half of its torso are shredded into scrap, the sheer force of my strike sending its massive frame flying backward.
Its lower half remains, sparks shooting from its exposed circuits.
As I descend, I notice my arms and legs are fractured, but not completely broken—just a pinkish-red color, instead of the usual bruised purple that would happen to Izuku in Canon.
Aftermath
The adrenaline fades as I am falling, exhausted.
Suddenly—
SLAP!
My head jerks to the side.
"Ow! Why is your face so hard?"
I turn and see the girl I saved—only for her to suddenly vomit violently right in front of me.
Noticing that I'm no longer falling but floating midair, a wave of relief washes over me.
Just as I start to process what happened, the girl releases her Quirk, gently lowering me to the ground.
A moment later, a loud buzzer echoes through the battlefield—the exam is officially over.
An old lady—Recovery Girl—walks over, handing out lollipops like nothing happened. She glances at my injured limbs and hums.
"You did quite a number on yourself, dear."
With a small kiss to my forehead, a warm sensation spreads through my body, healing my injuries instantly.
Going Home
Later that night, I sit at home, eating dinner and replaying the day's events in my mind.
I have no idea if I beat All Mights record it being 126. But one thing's for sure—I gave it everything I had.
Now all I can do is wait.
(A/N)[I have started working on the Fanfic again and will start posting regularly now and as always please continue to read my work and thanks if you returned to read, I made an adjustment to All Mights score for some reason I put 178 on his score]