Izuku The forgotten Jade emperor.

1st day

Today was THE day. As I woke up I went brushed my teeth and showered before coming down and eating something. gramps always used to say that breakfast was the most important meal I never really understood why but I eat so he knows I'm doing well. I pack my bag and get ready for the second step into heroing.

The moment I stepped onto the UA campus, I felt the familiar detachment settle over me. This place, with its grand buildings and bustling courtyards, was nothing more than another stage, another arena where I would slightly showcase my capabilities. The air buzzed with the excitement of hopeful students, but I walked through the gates with the same resolve I carried everywhere.

Class 1-A's classroom was larger than I expected, filled with state-of-the-art equipment. I chose a seat near the back, strategically positioned to observe without drawing unnecessary attention. As the other students filed in, No one here knew me, and that was exactly how I preferred it. Anonymity was a tactical advantage.

Katsuki Bakugo's entrance was impossible to miss. His aggressive energy and loud voice made him the center of attention. His twin sister, Katsumi, exuded a quieter but equally intense confidence. They were strong, but predictable. I had already analyzed their strengths and weaknesses at the entrance exam

The Todoroki twins were another notable presence. Shoto's striking appearance and icy demeanor contrasted with Shiori's fiery intensity. They were powerful, their quirks formidable, but I had faced worse. They might think their bloodline made them special, but to me, they were just people who looked down on those who were lesss fortunate.

And then of course my sister Izumi. She made a subtle entrance until the Katsumi and shiori shouted her name out,then the people started surrounding her. After-all she was the one to take down the zero pointer. However I felt the same thing I have felt many times when near her a sadness she carries almost like a burden so huge is on her.

Our homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa—Eraser Head—entered with a casual authority that demanded respect. His tired eyes swept the room, assessing each of us with a sharp gaze.

"Welcome to Class 1-A," Aizawa said, his voice calm but commanding. "From today onward, you are training to become professional heroes. The path will not be easy, but if you're here, it means you have the potential to succeed."

He handed out schedules and went over the basic rules, emphasizing discipline and dedication. I listened, noting his direct approach. Aizawa wasn't one for coddling or unnecessary praise. Good. I didn't need either.

The first period was a quirk assessment test. Aizawa led us to the training grounds, where a series of physical challenges awaited. "By the way the one with the lowest score will be expelled,"he said in a monotone voice .My classmates exchanged nervous glances, the pink one said "that's no fair," however sensei was quick to reply with "too bad life isn't fair," everyone stopped murmuring, but I remained composed. These tests were designed to push us to our limits, and I was ready to see how I measured up.

"Bakugo, you're up first," Aizawa called out.

Katsuki's display of explosive power was impressive, as expected. Katsumi followed with a demonstration of her kinetic manipulation, each move calculated and precise. The Todoroki twins showcased their control over ice and fire, powerful but methodical. None of it surprised me.

Finally, it was my turn. "Izuku Mori," Aizawa called. I stepped forward, feeling the weight of their stares. They didn't know what to expect. Good. That gave me the advantage.

The first test was grip strength. I activated my quirk subtly, enhancing my physical capabilities. I crushed the device with controlled force, earning a nod of approval from Aizawa. Next was the 50-meter dash. I lined up, my mind clear. At the signal, I sprinted forward, my enhanced speed putting me ahead of some of my classmates I didn't want to gain to much attention . I crossed the finish line with a time more around the average. Let them wonder I thought.

For the ball throw, I calculated the optimal angle and force. With a swift motion, I launched it high and far, watching as it disappeared into the distance. Aizawa's device recorded the distance, and he raised an eyebrow almost like he knew I weren't giving it my all. I remained indifferent.

The tests continued, each one pushing us further. I performed with precision, never showing more than necessary. By the end of the assessment, I had established myself as a contender, but not someone to watch too much.

Aizawa gathered us together. "You all did alright ," he said, his tone neutral. "But remember, this is just the beginning. You need to push yourselves every day if you want to become heroes and no none of you are getting expelled."

As we walked back to the classroom, I stayed apart, listening to the conversations around me they were all sighing in relief. Bakugo was boasting about his performance, while Shoto and Shiori discussed their techniques. Katsumi analyzed her results quietly, glancing at me occasionally. I returned her gaze with a cold, steady look.

Back in the classroom, Aizawa dismissed us with a final reminder of our responsibilities. As my classmates began to leave, I remained seated, reviewing the day's events in my mind. This was the first step, but there was much more to come.

As the room emptied, I stood and walked out. UA High School was filled with potential allies and rivals, each one a stepping stone on my path. I had no room for doubt or fear. My past was a shadow, and my future was something I would shape with my own hands.

Walking out of the classroom, I felt a sense of cold determination solidify within me. I would prove myself, not to anyone else, but to the part of me that demanded excellence. This was my journey, and I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.