Viel Of Scales: The Dragons Ascension

USJ

It was just another day at U.A. for Class 1-A, though no one could have expected what was coming next. The class had gathered in their usual seats, talking amongst themselves, preparing for whatever lesson Aizawa would throw their way today. The quiet hum of student chatter filled the room, but it all came to a sudden halt when Aizawa stood up.

"Alright, everyone," he said, his tone as dry as ever. "Today's lesson is a field trip. We're heading to the U.S.J."

The room went quiet.

"The... what?" Kaminari blinked in confusion, his head tilting slightly.

Aizawa sighed, clearly uninterested in the commotion. "The U.S.J. The Unforeseen Simulation Joint. Get your gear and meet me at the U.A. bus stop in 15 minutes. No delays."

There was a collective murmur of surprise from the class. The students had heard of the U.S.J., of course, but they had never been there. The place was known for its various environments, designed for heroes-in-training to practice their skills in simulated, real-life situations. It sounded like the perfect challenge for them.

Izuku stood up, adjusting the simple yet practical outfit he had chosen for the day-his usual casual clothes, designed by his mother. The clothes were still the same as the ones he'd worn on the first day of training, comfortable but with small adjustments for his dragon quirks, including openings for his wings to slip out when necessary. They were his go-to outfit, always practical, never too flashy, only one more slight adjustment though, he now had 'self healing cloth' a new technology.

"Alright, let's get going!" Izuku said to Bakugo, who was already heading for the door.

Bakugo grunted in acknowledgment, but it was clear he wasn't exactly thrilled about the field trip. "This better not be some lame exercise," he muttered. "We have enough training to do here."

As the class gathered outside, they made their way to the U.A. bus stop, which, as expected, was massive-just another part of U.A.'s sprawling campus. The bus that would take them to the U.S.J. was already waiting, its sleek design standing in stark contrast to the run-down appearance of the bus stop itself.

Izuku glanced around at his classmates, who were all in their hero costumes, ready for whatever challenge awaited them at the U.S.J. Most of them seemed excited, though there were some nervous faces as well.

"I'm curious about what we're going to do there," Uraraka said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I've heard a lot about it, but I'm not sure what to expect."

"Just don't expect it to be easy," Aizawa muttered from the front, his ever-present scowl deepening. "Get on the bus, we leave in five minutes."

The students climbed onto the bus, the anticipation of whatever was about to happen at the U.S.J. hanging heavily in the air. Izuku took a seat near the back, glancing at Bakugo, who sat beside him, already brooding over the whole situation.

"Don't get too excited," Bakugo said, crossing his arms. "I don't care if it's a field trip. If it's a waste of time, I'll destroy something."

Izuku chuckled softly. "I think it'll be a challenge, at least. Let's see what they've got for us."

As the bus began to move, the class started to settle into the journey, each student with their own thoughts about what the U.S.J. would hold for them. Izuku wasn't sure what to expect, but he was definitely ready for whatever challenges came his way. And with Bakugo by his side, there was no doubt it was going to be an eventful day.

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As the U.A. bus rolled up to the U.S.J., the students were buzzing with excitement. The massive, complex structure loomed before them, with various zones clearly designed for intense training scenarios. It looked like something straight out of a hero movie, and the class was eager to get started. But something felt off to Izuku. The air was thick with a strange tension, and his instincts were on high alert.