The rest of the class faced their own trials, each team battling a teacher under different simulated disaster scenarios.
Tamaki and Mirio were pitted against Power Loader in the middle of a collapsing cityscape. Managing the destruction proved to be a challenge, but rather than focusing solely on damage control, they decided to take on their teacher head-on. Unlike Raiden and Nejire's grueling fight, their battle was more straightforward.
The two worked seamlessly together, their teamwork almost effortless. Power Loader, despite having a strong Quirk, was primarily a support hero, not a frontline fighter.
He struggled to keep up with the overwhelming strength and coordination of two of the most talented students in the class. Before long, they secured their victory.
Both Tamaki and Mirio passed their final exam with flying colors.
Meanwhile, Hana and Taro faced off against Midnight, the R-Rated Hero. Her Quirk allowed her to release sleep-inducing pheromones, a major threat in a battle of endurance. However, Taro quickly spun silk masks for both of them, filtering the air and rendering her ability ineffective.
Rather than engaging in direct combat, the duo opted for the safest approach: evasion. They stayed on the move, avoiding Midnight's attempts to corner them. In no time, they had put enough distance between themselves and the pro hero, navigating through the city ruins until they reached the designated goal.
Their strategy paid off. They passed the exam without taking a single hit.
Yuyu and Rei, on the other hand, had a far stranger challenge. Their opponent? Principal Nezu himself.
Despite lacking a traditional combat Quirk, the highly intelligent principal turned their test into a tactical nightmare. Rather than meeting them on the battlefield, he stationed himself at the students' designated exit—the only way to pass the exam. Seated comfortably with a remote in hand, he controlled an army of mechanized defenses, including waves of combat robots and automated traps.
To pass, Yuyu and Rei had to fight through every machine Nezu sent their way, dismantling his entire defense system before they could "capture" him. The test wasn't just about power—it was a battle of endurance, strategy, and adaptability.
Finally, the last group stepped up—the Naoka brothers. By now, the rest of the class had grown accustomed to their presence as a whole group.
The Naoka brothers faced off against their opponent, Snipe. The shooting hero wasn't just testing their raw strength—he wanted to test their coordination and adaptability to contrast it with the start of the year.
Over the past few months, the brothers had improved significantly, both individually and as a team. Their Quirks had evolved as well. While they had always possessed metal-based transformations, they had now achieved full-body transformations, covering themselves entirely in metallic armor. Not only that, but they had developed a new ability—shifting their legs into weaponized forms, further enhancing their combat potential.
Their battle was a mix of strategy and raw power. They decided on a split approach: two of them engaged Snipe, who maintained his distance above them, raining down pinpoint shots while staying mobile.
The third brother, meanwhile, broke away from the fight and made a run for the exit.
It was a risky plan, but it worked.
By keeping Snipe occupied, the brothers created an opening for their other siblings to escape, securing their victory.
Even though one of them didn't participate in the direct combat, their teamwork and strategy were enough to pass the exam.
With that, every student in U.A. had completed their final test. Some had performed better than others, but in the end, they had all made it through.
Now, in the faculty meeting room, the teachers were discussing the results.
Principal Nezu was the first to speak, his sharp eyes scanning the group. "Ho ho, this year's students are truly remarkable," he said, his voice was laced with amusement.
"However, there are two in particular who concern me." Snipe adjusted his hat and leaned forward.
"Raiden Tsurugi and Tamaki Amajiki," he said.
"Both of them have shown an absurd level of growth in a short amount of time. It's obvious they've been through more than just standard training. If I had to guess, they've been fighting an incredible number of villains."
He exhaled sharply before continuing. "The Public Safety Commission was supposed to be protecting them… but from what we've seen, I'd say they've been preparing them for something or using them as tools."
Eraser Head crossed his arms, nodding in agreement. "I fought against Raiden myself, and there's no doubt—his fighting style isn't that of a typical student," he said.
His voice was calm, but there was an edge of concern to it. "The way he used his telekinesis, the way he disabled my Quirk at the perfect moment… Those aren't just instincts. Those are the habits of someone who's been through real battles."
He paused for a moment, deep in thought. "Lady Nagant's influence is all over him, that much is clear. But his approach is different—more direct, more aggressive. He's been refining what he learned on his own."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "And one more thing—he always aims for critical points. That's not something a student should be doing this early. It's a habit picked up from real combat, from someone who's had to fight for survival."
"I had a similar experience with Tamaki," Power Loader added. "The way he used his Quirk… it was on a different level. His movements were far more fluid than his classmates—honestly, more than almost anyone I've seen at his stage. But what stood out the most was his precision. He didn't just attack randomly; he systematically targeted the critical points in my armor and body to end the fight as quickly as possible. He used his Quirk to disable my defenses in a matter of seconds, securing his victory with calculated efficiency,. Mirio ended as a support."
Snipe nodded, arms crossed as he considered Power Loader's words. "That's right. Both of them have improved tremendously. But while their talent is undeniable, we can't overlook the rest of our students. Raiden and Tamaki may have an edge due to their real-world experience, but there are others who've made equally impressive strides considering where they started."
He leaned forward slightly. "Take the Naoka brothers—Ichiri, Nichiri, and Sanchir. Out of all our students, they've shown the most significant advancements in Quirk development. If we're talking sheer growth, I'd say they've made some of the highest leaps in power. Director Nezu, could you elaborate on their case?"
Nezu, who had been quietly observing the discussion, smiled and adjusted his paws on the table. "Of course. I've been closely analyzing the progress of all our hero course students 1-A and 1-B, and if we look at the Naoka brothers in perspective, their Quirk development is among the most remarkable."
His expression grew more happy as he continued. "If I had to rank them based on overall improvement, they would place fourth—excluding Raiden, of course, whose case warrants a separate discussion. Their growth isn't just about raw strength; they've fundamentally expanded the capabilities of their Quirks. Initially, they could only coat their arms in metal. Now, they can transform their entire bodies, increasing their durability and power exponentially. The metal they generate isn't just for defense—it's stronger than steel, making them exceptionally resistant to most forms of attack."
The room fell into quiet contemplation for a moment. The teachers weren't just evaluating skills; they were assessing potential, and it was becoming increasingly clear that many of these students had surpassed expectations.
One by one, they reviewed each case, analyzing the incredible progress made by every student. Each had pushed their abilities to new limits, refining their techniques and adapting to challenges in ways that spoke volumes about their dedication.
After an hour of discussion, the meeting showed no signs of ending as Director Nezu spoke again, drawing everyone's attention.
"Well, now that we've analyzed their progress, it's time to plan the next step in our young heroes' journey. The Island—our second-semester course. We need to finalize the details," he announced, his tone both thoughtful and determined.
Snipe leaned forward, tapping his fingers on the table. "I propose we have the students work together in new teams. This time, let's mix up Class 1-A and 1-B, pairing them with different classmates. That way, they'll have to adapt to unfamiliar fighting styles, learn to solve problems with new partners, and, most importantly, put their survival training into real practice."
Several teachers exchanged glances, considering the idea.
The island class was designed to push students to their "plus ultra", testing not only their combat skills but also their ability to work under pressure, strategize, and endure harsh conditions.
Mixing the classes would add another layer of difficulty, forcing them out of their comfort zones.
The discussion continued, each teacher offering input as they shaped the next trial awaiting their students.
Meanwhile the teachers discussed the next course, the students enjoyed a small well deserved holiday.
It had been two days since the students finally got their long-awaited break.
Raiden sat alone in the house's garden, absentmindedly levitating a few small rocks with his psychic abilities. Over the past few months, he had discovered that he could now use his powers even better without transforming, he had now, in his human form the same strength he had when he awakened his abilities, but without the especial moves.
It wasn't much—just enough to lift some relatively light objects—but it was still progressing.
At least he could grab a spoon or the TV remote if it was out of reach and more importantly, wash the dishes without moving.
After months of relentless training and constant battles, these quiet days of vacation felt strangely dull. Not just physically, but mentally.
"When was the last time I had absolutely nothing to do?" he muttered, trying to recall. Before U.A., maybe. Definitely not since everything had started.
His thoughts drifted for a moment before an idea crossed his mind. "Should I visit Emi? It's been a while."
Almost immediately, he stood up, brushing off his pants, and left the house.
As he walked toward Emi's place, his mind wandered back to the conversation he had with that scientist—the one who had mentioned something about his mentor, Kaina.
"Should I call her?" he wondered aloud. Then he let out a small chuckle. Knowing Kaina, she'd probably just ignore the call. He stopped in his tracks, hesitation creeping in.
"…Or should I just visit her instead?"
At that thought, Raiden changed direction and headed straight for Kaina's apartment. From the time he had spent living with her, he had learned that she preferred a place in the city center—specifically, the empty one.
The first one he had ever visited. It made sense that she would be there, the house with the big windows.
Moving through the city, he instinctively took a more discreet route. He slipped into alleys, avoiding the main roads and any direct paths to the building. This habit had been drilled into him by both Kaina and Hawks.
They could walk normally when necessary, but when heading home or to an important location, they always used intricate, unpredictable routes—just in case.
When he finally reached his destination, he entered the building from the back, making his way through familiar corridors. Upon reaching the door, he didn't hesitate. A weak telekinetic push was all it took to undo the lock.
Breaking into places had become almost second nature to him by now.
More times than he cared to count, he had to force his way into homes to search for evidence.
Now that he thought about it, Kaina's methods weren't just unconventional—they were downright illegal.
Stepping inside, Raiden froze for a moment. The sight before him caught him off guard.
The apartment looked almost exactly the same as it had the first time he had set foot in it.
Empty wine bottles were scattered around the room—no other signs of life, no personal touches, just silence.
Kaina sat in a chair by the window, a half-filled glass of wine in her hand, staring out at the city. The soft glow of the streetlights cast faint shadows across her face, highlighting an expression that, while typically indifferent, carried a subtle hint of sadness.
She had noticed Raiden enter. He was sure of that. But she made no move to acknowledge him. She simply kept her gaze fixed on the city skyline, unmoving and detached.
End of the chapter.
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