"Reality Imposition."
Aura is, in its simplest form, energy. The path begins with enhanced senses. From there, one needs to create a "world" where the aura can rest and recover.
This "world" is initially created unconsciously, with simplistic, uncomplicated concepts and sights.
However, as a martial artist would begin learning the enhancement part of Aura, they would need to be in tune with themself, to use it efficiently.
As a person slowly garnered mastery over their aura, they would need to solidify their "world" to exert force or bring the energy within them, outside.
"Reality Imposition" was only possible, if one knew themself, wholly and without doubt.
Reality imposition was to bring that "world" that you solidified for decades, outside, literally imposing your world into another.
And since this world was something that Aura gathered and rested at, bringing it out would make a place super saturated with Aura, the possibilities were endless.
'Half a second is more than enough.' He thinks to himself.
The scenery around them changes just for an instance, going unnoticed by all but a select few.
The proud castle of Ashina burned brightly behind him in the distance. The arena changes to the battlefield he's familiar with.
Bounded by nothing but a River of Blood. The sight of bodies littering the battlefield takes him back to the time he fought off the Sculptor.
Now was not the time.
Izuku is standing behind the teams, with all their headbands in his hand.
The team leaders feel their forehead empty, upon checking it, their suspicions are confirmed.
"What happened?" Momo asks.
"Look behind you." Izuku states.
Bakugo looks the most furious, Todoroki seems startled more than anything, Iida seems to blame himself.
He swirls around the four headbands along his index finger, "You probably didn't even see what happened." He claims.
Their wide eyes and silence give him an answer.
"Since I don't want this to happen again, I'll just-" He opens his palm, using the flames of hatred to burn the bands.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Katsuki exclaimed.
"You're a smart cookie, don't ask stupid questions now." Izuku responds.
Bakugou grits his teeth, deciding against speaking.
The others stare at him, with no thoughts in mind.
"If you didn't catch what happened, you aren't getting what's on my head. Try other teams if you don't want to fail." He shoos them, feigning boredom.
The teams look offended at his statement.
"What's stopping us from working together and getting your band?" Kirishima calmly asks.
"The time constraint, you have thirty minutes until you lose." Izuku responds.
He wanted his class to go forward, this was not the time for strength checks.
The teams are sensible, they grit their teeth and begin their search for more headbands.
Izuku pays no mind to the positions the board displayed.
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Midoriya of the Dragon's Blood
Fanfiction"Oh shinobi, open your eyes." These are the words a small child named Izuku remembers from his extremely vivid dream. He was wounded and hungry, which shouldn't be possible since it was just a dream, right? Follow this story as a child finds his spo...
