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You never thought you would actually make it.
U.A. The place where teenagers go to turn into pro heroes. A place where they train to become the very best and learn to help the helpless...
"follow us please." A few teachers start to direct all the examinées through the gates of U.A. to the inside of the oddly shaped building. As you're walking, you can't help but take a peek at all the other examinees, you wonder how many of them have transformative and emitter quirks... You could see a fair few that had mutation quirks, some people had things sticking out of their heads, different hues in skin colour, or just straight up didn't look human.
Inside U.A., Pro-Hero, Present Mic greets all the examinées and congratulates you for getting to this point- the congratulations and enthusiastic words were quickly cut short by Eraser-Head, another Pro-Hero, and teacher at this school. He was quick to remind you that you haven't achieved anything yet, your congratulations are essentially worth nothing unless we pass. You knew his harsh words were true, they just weren't very encouraging and you'd rather have not heard it.
After Eraser-Head finished his grim statement, Present-Mic completely flipped the switch and began to explain the rules of the exam, how it will be graded and when we, the examinées will receive our results.☁️ RULES ☁️
The premise of the Entrance Exam, as explained by Present Mic, Begins with a practical test and afterwards a written test. The teenager's goal in the practical test is to terminate as many faux villains (which are actually robots) as they can to earn a high score. they will receive their results after the exam has taken place.
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The examinées are all dispatched into separate groups and led to different battle centres.
Your head was high and your neck felt stiff, your eyes were fixated on the gates of the battle centre your group was led to. Its large doors were intimidating; it made you realise that whatever actions you take behind them will determine your future as a pro hero- but you were optimistic, you knew you could do it.As the group stopped in front of the gates, you didn't even bother trying to get a good look at any of the other examinees, you were too busy focusing on yourself and your quirk. breathe in, breathe out. And with no warning, the gates swung open and the exam began. "Real battles don't have countdowns!" Present Mic yelled out as all the examinees start piling over one another to sprint into the battle center.
As soon as the group ran in through the gates, everyone split off into different directions, some people through the windows and doors of faux buildings, others between the alleyways and streets- even some up into the air or down into the ground. you, however, kept sprinting forward with some other examinees until you all eventually parted from each other in silence, leaving you by yourself.
Explosions, thuds and crashes were quick to consume whatever ambience the streets of this battle centre had before faux villains and hopeful teenagers were dispatched into them. "come on, come on, come on!!!" You spin around on your heel, frantically looking for any robots that hadn't been already been destroyed. Clunk, clunk, clunk! a relieved smile quickly befalls onto your face as you turn to see a 1 pointer robot, finally! you crack your neck and sprint right for its legs, It responds surprisingly fast to your movements and slams its fist down in front of you, It caught you off guard but you managed to quickly snap back into focus. you step closer to the 1 pointer and rest both your hands onto the base of it.
☁️ Y/N QUIRK ☁️
Metal Manipulation, that is your quirk. you've never gotten the proper training to go as far as to create a hunk of metal out of something small, but you know how to manipulate what's already there. you need to lay all 10 of your fingers onto metal for it to work. the metal will then soften and disperse from whatever it once was connected to and will take the form of whatever you concentrate on before hardening again. because of this, you tend to wear gloves to avoid any accidents.
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The 1 pointer quickly pulls its hand away, but you had enough time to grab a whole heap of metal off of it, leaving it with now, only one functioning arm. you held the metal with two hands, making sure to lay all 10 of your fingers down on its green surface. you begin concentrating on the form you wish for it to take. A loud groaning of metal was enough to warn you that it was striking again. It slammed its hand down onto you, you managed to counter-attack with a sword you formed out of the metal, sharp enough to cut through metal.. It split down the middle of the 1 pointers 'arm', a terrible screeching noise followed as the sword cut through. you jumped onto it and ran up onto its shoulder, still screeching the sword before lifting it and morphing the sword into several shurikens. You threw a handful of them into the exposed area at the base of its neck and the rest into the one red dot on its face. You kick yourself off of it as electricity started to spark. You watch it malfunction and drop. "one." If you just kept going with this general method- taking metal off of them or through debris you find from fallen ones on the ground, you should be able to pass.
you land on your two feet and walk to the body of the 1 pointer, taking metal from it to form into a (weapon of your choice).
Let's go.
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A/N:
Hey! this is my first fanfic,,
Please tell me how you liked it!
I will be releasing the second chapter straight after this one!
I will post an update for when the third chapter will be coming out!
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