The training grounds buzzed with energy as Class 1-A gathered, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade. Midterms had ended, and now it was time for the second half of the exams — combat. The kind that separated the good from the great.
“Today,” Aizawa said, his monotone voice carrying over the chatter, “you’ll be facing pro heroes. Your goal is simple: capture them… or escape within the time limit.”
Eyes darted nervously across the field. For most, the idea of facing a pro seemed like an impossible wall to climb.
For Kenji, it was another obstacle to crush.
Names began to flash on the digital screen, pairing students into reluctant partnerships. When Kenji’s name appeared, followed by “Kai Kirishima,” his eyebrow twitched. Kai, standing a few rows back, didn’t even react — though the subtle clenching of his fist didn’t go unnoticed by anyone paying attention.
And then the pro they’d be facing appeared on the board.
Mirio Togata.
The entire class collectively stiffened. The hero who had once wiped the floor with almost the entire class 1A during the war, including his parents. Bright grin. Endless energy. Unmatched combat ability.
“Lucky us,” Kenji muttered under his breath, sarcasm sharp enough to cut steel.
In the preparation room, tension filled the space like static before a storm.
“Alright,” Kai said, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. “We know his Quirk — Permeation. He can phase through anything, which means any straightforward attack will fail.”
“No kidding,” Kenji shot back, rolling his eyes. “What’s your genius plan, then? Hope he trips?”
Kai exhaled sharply, restraining himself. “We have to bait him. Make him predict where we’ll be and hit him with a coordinated attack when he surfaces.”
Kenji smirked, sharp and defiant. “Okay... Easy.”
For a brief second, their eyes locked. Tension hummed in the air.
The starting buzzer rang.
And Mirio vanished.
One second he was there, grinning like the sun; the next, he’d melted into the ground, leaving nothing but disturbed dust and a gut-wrenching silence.
“Where—” Kenji began, but the ground beneath his feet erupted. Mirio appeared with a punch aimed at Kenji’s ribs. Kenji twisted midair, barely dodging, sparks exploding from his palms as he blasted himself backward.
Kai countered immediately, spikes of crystallized blood erupting from his arm and shooting forward, but Mirio phased through them like smoke, reappearing just behind him.
“You two have good instincts,” Mirio said, cheerful even mid-attack, “but instincts alone won’t be enough.”
Kai barely ducked in time, Mirio’s hand grazing his hair. The near-miss had his heart thundering in his ears.
Kenji landed beside him, panting slightly but grinning despite himself. “This guy’s fast.”
“And unpredictable,” Kai muttered, scanning the field, blood glinting faintly at his fingertips. “Stick to the plan. Keep moving.”
The battle became a blur of motion — Kenji’s explosions lighting the air, Kai’s sharp constructs slashing through the ground, the walls, anything they could to box Mirio in. But Mirio’s movements were fluid, effortless, every phase perfectly timed.
Still, something was shifting.
Kenji and Kai, without realizing it, started moving in sync. Kenji blasting Kai into the air for higher ground. Kai creating defensive shields to deflect sudden attacks. Brief nods, subtle cues — the kind of wordless understanding that only forms in the crucible of battle.
But Mirio wasn’t slowing down.
With a grin, he vanished once more, only to reappear directly in front of Kenji, fist already cocked. Kenji’s eyes widened, body too slow to react.
“Kai—!”
Blood crystallized into a barrier just in time, Mirio’s punch slamming into it with bone-rattling force. The shield shattered, shards scattering across the ground, but Kenji was safe — for now.
Kai’s voice was sharp, edged with something fierce. “Focus, idiot.”
Kenji’s jaw tightened. He hated being saved — but this time, he didn’t argue.
The timer ticked down, seconds bleeding away as the fight dragged on. Sweat clung to their skin. Their lungs burned. And still, Mirio stood, barely winded, like a wall they couldn’t climb.
And for the first time, Mirio’s grin widened.
“Not bad, you two… not bad at all.”
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MY HERO ACADEMIA:NEXT GENERATION
ActionTHIS story is about MHA next gen as the title says.. The protagonist is Kenji todoroki's journey to reach his dream of becoming a hero. Along with the strangles and THEN unfolding mysteries of his life. (What else do you want? It's MHA next gen read...
