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Then, a girl with short, navy blue hair streaked with blonde stood up. Her hazel eyes had intricate rings around them, making her gaze look deep and mysterious. "Hello, I'm Anan Kurose," she said, her voice low and measured, "and my quirk is Black Hole." There was an enigmatic quality to her, as if she held secrets no one else could fathom.
Another stood, this time a well-built young woman with light blue skin and short, ruffled dark blue hair that framed her wide, intense yellow eyes. Her presence was confident, but her smile was warm. "My name is Awata Kaoruko," she introduced herself with a gentle nod, "and my quirk is Bubble." Her voice was soft but assured, like someone who was kind but powerful in her own way.
Then a girl with long, flaming yellowish-green hair stood up, her red-orange eyes gleaming with mischief. Her smirk was playful, but there was something wild behind her gaze. "I'm Moe Kamiji, and my quirk is Blazing Hair," she said, her voice fiery, matching the intensity of her burning locks. There was a spark in her words, her confidence almost tangible as she took her seat.
Keigo Takami, always one for theatrics, stood up with a confident smirk. "Keigo Takami. My quirk is 'Fierce Wings.' I can control the feathers from my wings and use them as projectiles or to carry things."
Finally, it was Itachi's turn. He stood up slowly, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on him. His posture was calm and composed as he began speaking in his usual soft tone. "Itachi Yaoyorozu. My quirk is... well, Sharingan. I can copy any movement and predict my opponent's next action, as well as cast powerful illusions."
Aizawa, who had been disinterested until now, raised an eyebrow at the mention of Itachi's quirk. Interesting, he thought, noting the potential for a student with such an ability. Still, he said nothing, simply giving a small nod to acknowledge the introduction.
Aizawa stood in front of the class, his gaze cold and detached. "Alright, now that we're done with introductions, everyone get ready to meet me outside on the field for the Quirk Assessment Test." His voice was calm, but firm, leaving no room for argument.
Kaoruko Awata, the bubbly girl with the quirk 'Bubble,' raised her hand hesitantly. "Um, sir? What about the orientation?" she asked, a hint of nervousness in her tone.
Aizawa didn't even flinch. "We don't have time for that. If you're more interested in ceremonies, go join Class 1-B." His blunt response left the class momentarily speechless.
Kaoruko's face flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly dropped the subject. Aizawa sighed, "Get ready, and meet me outside in 10 minutes."
With that, he walked out, leaving the students to scramble for the changing rooms.
In the boys' changing room, the atmosphere was buzzing with nervous energy. As the boys changed into their gym uniforms, casual chatter filled the room. But soon, their attention shifted to Itachi. The room fell silent as they noticed his physique—his slim, yet muscular build, his eight-pack abs, and the clear signs of someone who had trained hard for years.
Tensei Iida, with his disciplined nature, couldn't help but comment. "You must train a lot, Yaoyorozu. Your form is impressive."
Itachi glanced down at himself, then back at Iida, giving a small, polite nod. "Thank you, Iida-san. You also have a strong physique."
Keigo smirked and leaned in with a playful tone. "In a class with more girls than guys… who knows, you might get some extra attention with a body like that."
Itachi sighed, already tired of Keigo's antics. "Keigo, not this again," he muttered, shaking his head.
Keigo smirked even wider, not missing a beat. "Oh, I forgot. You're already—"
Before Keigo could finish his sentence, Itachi's Sharingan activated for a split second, casting a cold, crimson glare at him. Keigo instantly froze, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Never mind," he mumbled, raising his hands in surrender.
The rest of the boys in the room exchanged awkward glances, sweatdropping at the interaction. Itachi deactivated his Sharingan, a hint of a sigh escaping his lips. The light-hearted moment passed, and soon, the boys were ready and headed to the field.
Meanwhile, in the girls' changing room, the conversation flowed as they hurriedly dressed for the test. However, when they overheard the boys talking, the mood shifted.
Yu Takeyama grinned slyly as she slipped on her gym shoes. "Sounds like the boys are already sizing each other up."
Rumi Usagiyama, adjusting her gym costume to fit around her rabbit ears, snorted. "Typical. Can't go five minutes without trying to prove who's got the bigger muscles."
Moe Kamiji, tying up her blazing red hair into a ponytail, chimed in with a grin. "I wonder what Itachi looks like under that shirt, though. With Keigo teasing him like that... I bet he's hiding something."
Rumi's ears twitched at the mention of Itachi's name, but she kept her expression neutral, even though curiosity tugged at her mind. "I'm more interested in seeing what kind of quirk he has."
Yu chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "We'll find out soon enough. If he's as impressive as they say, this quirk test will show it."
Ryuko Tatsuma, who had been quietly adjusting her gym belt, raised an eyebrow at the conversation. "Strength isn't everything," she remarked calmly, her voice level. "It's how you use it—and how you keep your cool under pressure—that shows what kind of hero you are." Her dragon-like intensity flickered behind her eyes for a moment, though her expression remained composed.
The girls exchanged glances, nodding in agreement, though some more eagerly than others to see what their classmates were truly capable of.
Outside, the class gathered, all standing before Aizawa, who waited with his arms crossed. His eyes scanned the group as they approached. "Good. Everyone's here."
His gaze then shifted to Itachi. "Yaoyorozu. Step forward."
Itachi, unfazed by the attention, walked forward with his usual calm demeanor.
"You scored the highest in the entrance exam," Aizawa said, his voice steady. "You'll go first. Throw this ball without using your quirk."
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