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UA Trainging Field.
Class 1-A was already gathered on the training field, the crisp air humming with nervous excitement.
Some exchanged quiet chatter, while others stretched, mentally preparing for whatever awaited them.
They had expected an orientation, perhaps a campus tour, but instead, their homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, had greeted them with his usual dry, disinterested expression and immediately ordered them outside for a test, or risk getting expelled.
"A Quirk Assessment Test?" Ochaco Uraraka had asked, blinking in confusion.
"What about getting to know each other, like class orientation?"
"If you want to make friends, do it on your own time," Aizawa had replied flatly.
"You're here to become heroes. That starts now."
Satoru Gojo, standing among his classmates, smirked slightly as he watched the others react. He had expected this.
While not much of a fan on heros, there were few whose strength he admired.
Aizawa was one of them.
The underground hero known as 'Eraser Head' had a Quirk that erased a person's quirk abilities with direct eye contact.. and pairs with combat skills to even subdue them.
'He's a real pain in the ass.. hm.. best way to fight is to play brawler and avoid his scarf'
Gojo thought to himself before suddenly sneezing, scaring some of the others who were already tensed over the assessment quirk and the series nature of Aizawa
"Sorry sorry.. I guess someone's talking about me." Gojo chuckled sheepishly as he scratched his head.
Everyone started focusing on what Aizawa was saying while Gojos mind got to work to figure out how to play this out.
And how the rest of this class would be. Since he came expecting strong people.
To be in a room where you're the smartest, means you're in the wrong room
So he was expecting the bar to be high, so he can get stronger against them and complete his goal of being the strongest.
And yet, as he would soon figure out.. His hope would be replaced by slight embarrassment by his class.
Although even he himself was far from his peak power, his intellect and mastery over his Quirk already placed him well above his peers, as he would soon realise.
But it would be interesting to see what everyone was capable of, and for his realisation.
Aizawa held up a tablet.
"You all did physical fitness tests in middle school, but those were without using your Quirks. Today, you'll do them with your Quirks.
This will give me a better understanding of your capabilities."
Aizawa said, his dull eyes scanning the students.
"You're all here to become heroes, but you won't get anywhere if you don't understand your own capabilities.
That's why we're skipping the formalities and doing a Quirk Assessment Test."
There was a murmur of excitement.
A spiked blonde hair boy, standing near the front, cracked his knuckles. "Finally, something real."
"And whoever ranks last..." Aizawa continued, his tone sharpening, "will be expelled."
The class erupted.
"WHAT?!"
"That's unfair!" Uraraka shouted.
Iida raised his hand, as formal as ever. "Isn't that a bit extreme, Sensei? We only just started!"
Aizawa didn't flinch. "The hero world is unfair. If you can't handle this, you don't belong here. Now, let's begin."
Some students exchanged worried glances.
Uraraka, and Iida looked particularly uneasy, while the blonde cracked his knuckles with an eager smirk. The others stretching and getting ready or formulating plans.
Midoriya, standing stiffly, swallowed nervously, already aware of the consequences of using his quirk even once. So he had to formulate a plan.
But one stood apart, utterly at ease, Gojo.
He knew from a bit of research thay Aizawa is not someone who'd play jokes about this..
Yet he felt like what he said was a lie.
'What atre the reasons this is a bluff.. Motivation, while he could expell us, I doubt that.. I hope for their sakes at least.'
He thought to himself before he shrugged.
Yet on the outside, the relaxed posture and faint smile only irritated some of his classmates, who same had already sized him up as a problem.
After all, out of all, those who attended the entrance exam, how could they forget what he did that day.
Aizawa tossed a baseball toward the spiked haired blonde and held the ball in his hands as he stepped forward.
"Bakugo, you go first. In middle school, the record for a softball throw was around 70 meters. Now, use your Quirk. Let's see what you've got."
Bakugo grinned viciously, and began winding up his arm.
"DIEEE!"
With him yelling that out, he blasting the ball with a massive explosion from his hands, launching it further amd further while he stood there with a smirk.
The ball shot into the sky, and moments later, Aizawa's device beeped: 705.2 meters.
The class gasped in awe, except for Gojo, who merely whistled softly.
'Doesn't take a genuis to realise it's explosions.. Wonder how his hands handled it'
"Now, as you can see, it went from a 70 without his quirk, to 700. Use your Quirk the way you know how to to ace these tests. You'll all get a chance to do the soft ball, for now let's move on"
Onto the first test. A 50 meter dash.
Now for this exercise, they would all go in pairs and race each other to the end
The students lined up in pairs and raced, a boy with two diffetent coloured hair used some ice to slide across to the finish, some unfortunately didn't have any ability to help with mobility.
Having the average speed be 7-9 seconds.
But of course, lida, with his Engine Quirk, clocked in at a blazing 3.04 seconds, setting the highest record for the class.
Bakugo followed, using explosions to propel himself forward and finishing in 4.13 seconds.
The others were impressed. Some cheering him while others wondering how they can score better points.
Then came Gojo's turn.
He adjusted his glasses slightly before stepping onto the track beside Midoriya.
The green-haired boy gulped. "G-Good luck, Gojo."
"You too, Midoriya" Gojo replied with a lazy grin.
The buzzer sounded.
Midoriya, still unsure of how to use One For All properly, ran with pure effort alone, finishing in a sluggish 7.02 seconds.
Gojo, on the other hand, he broke into a full sprint, and in the middle of it, his body jerked unnaturally as he gained even more speed.
Aizaw stopped the timer in his hands, looking at Gojo before the clock and spoke out.
"Seems like 4 Seconds on the dot. Second fastest one here."
While the rest moaned in annoyance, those who were watching him carefully noticed the unnatural way he suddenly gained speed.
'The way his body jerked mid air.. it was barely noticeable, but there was something glowing blue faintly before he ended the race.." The one boy, who used his ice to slide across getting 6 seconds on the clock.
Gojo clicked his tongue. "Tch. Not bad, but still too slow."
He walked back to the rest, seemingly perfectly fine, Midoriya behind him panting as if thay took out everything from him
"That speed.. I mean it's not fast as mine but.. he looks like he didn't even try' Lida thought to himself..
Uraraka congratulated Gojo. "Woahh that impressive, Saturo."
"Ahh I know right, barely did anything" Gojo replied, a smirk forming on his mouth.
'Damn.. using Blue like that, if I had more distance, would have been effective.. oh well, no one noticed'
The reality was, Gojo, as he began his sprint, activated a small, barely noticeable blue infront of him to create a sharp pulling force.
This was a recent new way of gaining extra speed he came up with.
Next up, was the strength grip test.
Shoji, with his multiple arms, dominated this event with a ridiculous 610 kg reading.
Gojo, cracking his knuckles, thinking how to use a bit of blue or red for this.
'Hm.. guess pure strength will have to be it.'
While his physical strength was far above average, he was no Shoji.. Who only got that high score with multiple arms.
While some struggled barely getting past 100 kg, a few in between got high and respectable numbers.
Then gojos tuen came, as he took the device from Aizawa.
He squeezed, the numbers climbing.
350 kg.
Then it came to a slow down at 410.
While he looked as if he was fine, in reality, he was actually trying this time.
'Come on, come on.. I'm not this weak..'
It climbed to 490.. 500.. 510.. 530.
He kept trying to pour more strength before he let go and let out a slight breath, trying to hide the slight exhaustion he had.
"Guess I should work out more," he mused, flexing his fingers.
Aizawa looked at Gojo, then at the tablet, then at the rest
".. I don't suppose you have any physical enhancement quirk.. yet to do that with pure strength.. it's not bad. Not good but not bad."
Aizawa said.
Although whay he was thinking was the opposite.
'This kid can hit 530 kilograms of grip Strength.. with pure physical ability.. No, no he must have some sort of strength enhancing ability' he though as he directed the class to the rest of the tests.
When it came to the standing long jump, many students used their Quirks creatively.
Asui leapt forward with a frog-like bound, Kaminari surged forward with electricity, and then ended up as, well, not the brightest bulb in the house.
Bakugo blasted himself across the pit, while Lida used his Quirk to have a running start and leap into the air.
'Now this is easy.. a lil blue can fix this'
Gojo simply crouched slightly and launched himself forward, his once again creating a slight choaric but small person of blue, again looking as if jerking mid air. As if being pulled by a tight rope.
He landed lightly several meters ahead of the others, looking rather pleased with himself.
Students groaned at this, some seeing him as a challenge, others getting intimidated, while others wondering what and how he was doing all that.
'He.. it was like something pulled him. And this time the air turned blue for a moment before normal.. although I barely saw it.. wait.. Blue? That's what he used at-'
Suddenly Midoriya seemed to be making sense of everything, from what he remember him doing at the entrance exam, it seemed to make sense.
"So.. back then it was like a black hole.. could he be using the suction of it to pull himself further.. that explains the sudden jerk.. can he create black holes then?.."
Midoriya mumbled incoherently, getting a few weird stares.
"OI! Just because you won that and getting all these insane scores, doesn't mean you're that good! Mine are better than yours, 4 eyes!" Bakugo shouted are Gojo who was standing behind them.
Most of the others were not focusing on the yelling of this, before Aizawas capture weapon, his scarf, had one end flung to his head hitting him.
"Keep you're bickering at your own time, I need to sleep so let's hurry this up" Aizawa said.
After doing the rest of the activity, side to side jumping, endurance running, they came back tk the ball toss.
Although.. some were starting to be intimated by Gojo, who's been barely using his quirk, from their point of veiw.
He dominated most of the tests already, either coming first, or closely behind in second because some weird cases had someone with the perfect quirk.
Some were jealous, others intimated, some just amazing at this physical monster among them
And for Gojo.. the hope of finding challenges in this class for him was dwindling with every test.
Now they were st the original test.. The ball toss.
The students took turns tossing the ball, each trying to outdo the last.
Bakugo having already hurled his with a deafening blast, didn't have the chance to go again, but instead took the chance to mock them as his ego was boosted from the less than average throws.
Kaminari laughed after barely surpassing the average, and Todoroki launched his with a wave of cold air trailing behind.
Of course, Uraraka, who's quirk was to have something devoid of gravity on what she touches, scored an amazingly 'Infinity record' .
Enraging some boys, mostly Bakugo, and bringing the girls moral up cheering for her.
'Now thays just cheating.. technically it's only going up, not how high you can go, how fat you can'
Gojo thought to himself as he shaked his head, Impressed.
Then came Midoriya's turn.
Standing at the line, his grip tightened around the ball. Sweat slid down his temple as he prepared to use One For All this was his chance to prove himself.
But then
The ball was launched... and only landed a.. well, a less than averge 46 meters.
Midoriya wondering how and why, starting to panic as tears formed in his eyes.
"Midoriya Izuku." Aizawa's dry voice cut in. His hair lifted, eyes glowing red.
Thats when it clicked.
The power vanished from Midoriya's body like a candle snuffed out.
Midoriya stared at his hand, disbelief flooding him. "Y..you... erased my Quirk?"
The class exchanged glances, whispers rising.
"Of course I did." Aizawa replied.
'Things are getting interesting here..' Gojo thought to himself.
As the dust settled from Midoriya's failed throw, Aizawa stepped forward, his eyes sharp staring at Midoriya.
"You've trained just enough to break your body," he said bluntly, his scarf fluttering with each step. "Is that really how you plan to become a hero?"
Midoriya froze, wide-eyed.
"I remebered what happened to you at the exam. You think you can just destroy your arms and legs every time you use your Quirk? That kind of power, used recklessly, will get you killed, or worse, hurt someone else."
Aizawa's voice was cool.
"Being a hero isn't just about having power. It's about control."
Then, turning to the rest of the class, he added flatly, "If you can't figure that out, you don't belong here."
Midoriya clenched his fists, the words sinking deep. He wasn't just being scolded, he was being challenged.
After a moment of quiet resolve, Midoriya stepped forward again, Aizawa watching closely.
This time, he whispered to himself, channeling all the power he could into just one finger.
"One shot... that's all I need."
He stood quietly, eyes focused, remembering the weight of what Aizawa had said earlier, that if he couldn't control his Quirk, he'd be casualty, amd not a hero.
With a deep breath, he threw the ball, lauching it with power.
A golden shockwave erupted, shaking the air as the ball soared high into the sky.
The meter registered:
705.3 meters.
The class stared, stunned.
Even Aizawa's eyes narrowed with quiet surprise, but he said nothing, expression unreadable behind his scarf.
Midoriya glanced at Aizawa with a broken finger, in pain yet triumph.
'Hmm.. he uses the power last minute to send it to his fingers.. and essentially flicked it..' Gojos mind was already processing what he saw, a good strategy, yet it made him question.
'The fuck can't use their quirk at this stage.. that's just weak... explosive power with no control. The potential is there, but he's like a grenade with no pin. Sad. Weak. But interesting.. I hope'
It bothered Gojo that someone, who's had a Quirk for almost a decade, can't even use their quirk without it hurting them this badly. Yet he could see potential.. hopefully this green haired boy could unlock it.
He looked around the class, realising that..
'Wow.. even the ones with potential.. they're just weak...'
As Midoriya stepped away from the throwing zone, rubbing his sore finger, Aizawa gave him a stern glare.
"Midoriya," he said flatly.
"If you can't use your Quirk without breaking yourself, then don't use it at all. There's no point in a power that shatters its own wielder."
Midoriya winced, shoulders slumping.
Some students averted their eyes, not wanting to add to his humiliation. Others muttered awkward encouragement.
Gojo, watching silently, not saying anything.
"Gojo. You're next." Aizawa's voice broke his train of thought.
He stepped forward casually, hands in his pockets as the ball was tossed to him.
He caught it with one hand, spinning it in his palm like a coin.
"I expect an impressive score.. throw the ball blah blah blah." Aizawa added dryly.
Gojo flashed him a grin, and then with a fake dramatic acting.
"I can't let my poor poor mentor down.. Just kidding. " he said as he laughed afterwards stepping into the ring.
The others seemed to like the sarcasm he displayed to Aizawa, some upset he wasn't taking this seriously.
Then he took a stance, back foot grounded and arm winding to throw.
And then he dropped the pose, and tossed the ball into the air.
But what happened next shocked the others.
It didn't fall back down.
Just frozen still in the air infront of Gojo.
The others stepped back. Some out of caution. Some out of curiosity.
"What the Hell?!" Bakugo shouted, among the murmurs of the others.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow at this.
Gojo raised his one hand, stuffing the other into his pocket.
With the one hand pointing at the ball, the air suddenly started to warp around his fingers.
And suddenly a red energy, pulled from nothing came to form a ball infront of his fingers
'Limitless Technique.. RED'
And then it happened.
The red orb shot at the ball, and the ball was blasted out of sight.
A blast of wind going by, as the ball was now just a blur.
The device in Aizawa's hand beeped.
899.6 meters.
Silence.
"Damn..." Kaminari muttered.
"No way," Kirishima blinked.
Bakugo's eye twitched as he was visibly getting pissed off, his fist opening and closing..
"Did he just...?" Asui asked.
"He used something again," Todoroki said quietly, more curious and annoyed now.
Gojo let out a breath, rolling his shoulder.
"Guess I overdid it. I was aiming for a nice round 800."
He walked back to the group, hands behind his head, grinning.
But his eyes were scanning the field, observing each of his classmates.
And for the first time, his grin faded ever so slightly.
'No challenge... Not yet, anyway.'
He had come here hoping to clash with monsters, with geniuses, with prodigies that could push him past his limits.
But so far…
'Too soft. Too green. Too loud. Too clumsy... and just.. To Weak. Maybe two or three with potential, but this class... isn't the fire I was hoping for.'
He sighed, casting one last glance at Midoriya. Then Bakugo, over to another boy with 2 different coloured hair. Red and white.
'But maybe... just maybe, there's a few embers worth playing about with.'
Aizawa finished jotting down the final score.
"Alright. That's it for today."
He looked over the class, his tone as deadpan as ever.
"Most of you passed. No one's getting expelled... this time."
Relief swept through the group.
Some cheered quietly.
Others collapsed in place, exhausted.
Gojo simply yawned and stretched.
'Looks like I'll have to be patient. Or bored. Or both.'
He adjusted his glasses, the sun reflecting briefly off the lenses.
'Still... this could be fun in its own way.'
After completing all the tests, Aizawa compiled the scores. He projected them onto a large screen.
Satoru Gojo
Shoto Todoroki
Katsuki Bakugo
Tenya Iida
Fumikage Tokoyami ...
And in dead last.
Midoriya
Aizawa sighed, turning to the class. "Looks like Midoriya is last. You're expelled."
Tears formed in his eyes and he tried to explain before starting sobbing. "NOO! Please, Sensei! Give me another chance!"
Aizawa smirked slightly for the first time that day.
"Calm down. It was a logical ruse to get you to take this seriously. But keep slacking, and you'll be out for real."
A collective sigh of relief washed over the class, though Gojo merely smiled. He had enjoyed this.
A little competition was fun.
Although others were giving their complaints.
"SIR! That was a unethical way to give forth motivation to us. Look at at Midoriya, the fear and pain he fe-"
Before lida could continue hus complaints..
"I care as much about your opinion as the government cares about reducing taxes.. Get back in line"
Aizawa said coldly as he stared at lida.
"R..right.. I apologise."
"I mean, it was kinda of obvious to see it was a lie." Gojo said nonchalantly.
"Hm yes I must agree with Gojo here on that.. Oh is it okay if I may call you Gojo?"
Asked one of the girls.
Brown hair, beautiful figure, hair tied in a bun as she looked at him.
Gojo glanced at her. Recognising her from one of the tests. In each one, she somehow made items from her body. It did interest him.
Well, that wasn't the only thing that interested him.
"Of course you may, we don't have to get fancy now do we?" He said with a light smirk, lifting his glasses to get a better look at her.
She stared at his eyes for a minuye before looking away and clearing her throat.
"Ahem.. yes, like Gojo said, it was a perfectly good ruse to use on us for-"
"Okay I'm going to sleep. Go back to class, lessons start tomorrow." Aizawa said as he started walking off.
In that moment, everyone looked at each other before they all collectively started heading back to class.
Bakugo marched up to Gojo in the hallway as they were nearing their homeroo.
"Oi, blue eyes freak. Don't think you're better than me. I'm gonna crush you." The fiery blond growled, already scheming ways to surpass him.
Gojo tilted his head, his grin widening. "You're welcome to try, Bakugo. But you'll have to catch up first... You're a second to late for that though.. Aww" he mocked Bakugo, who looked like he was about to attack him before a Red-Haired boy stopped him.
"Yoo, sorry bout him, manly grip Strength too dude, insane with pure physical strength. Names Kirishima!"
He said in an energetic tone, giving him a thumbs up.
"Ahh well, it's all part of the training." He said laughing.
Meanwhile, Midoriya stared at Gojo, determination burning in his eyes.
'That quirk control, heck, the red, the bits of blue I think.. and that.. trick He did to stop the ball from falling.. '
Midoriyas mind was running trying to figure this out
He was jealous, like some others. The pure physical feats he did, the way he used his ability, not to mention what they were. It was baffling.
If he wanted to become the greatest hero, he had to close the gap between them. He had to be the strongest one.
To bad for him, he would never manage to close the ever growing chasm between the both of them. No one would.
Gojo turned his head to Midoriya who was mumbling to himself as they entered the class.
'Probably in a psychosis.'
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