The acceptance rate for U.A High school hero course is less than one in three hundred every year. Generally, other than the four people admitted through recommendations, 36 are admitted through the regular exam. Those forty students are split evenly into two classes, A and B.

Though, this year, things were noticeably different. Seven recommended students were accepted in the hero course. Which means that only 33 regulars one were accepted.

The reason for such a change was unknown, but that was how it was. No one could complain, they just had to succeed.

This year, during the regular exam, Two students demarked themselves from the other.

Bakugo Katsuki, quirk: Explosion. Be it in technique or mastery of his quirk, he was way ahead of most examinee. His only problem was his bad temper. He was ranked second with 85 villain points and 0 rescue points.

Midoriya Izuku, quirk: Super Power. A quirk surprisingly close to the one of All Might. His technique and use of his quirk are refined, clearly the work of a good master. His problem seems to be a body too weak to contain the full power of his quirk. He was ranked first with 70 villain points and 60 rescue points.

[AN: The original score of those Bakugo and Izuku was 77 villain points at 0 rescue for Bakugo. 0 villain point and 60 rescues for Izuku. It’s clear that the author wanted to create a contrast between the personality and the ability of Izuku and Bakugo. Anyway for my one, after being humiliated by Kuroha, Bakugo trained like crazy so he is stronger than he was at the start of the Canon. You already know for Izuku. Apart from them, the rest have the same score as in the Canon. The students who aren’t in 1-A are Minoru, who is replaced by Kuroha and Koda, who is replaced by Inasa. In 1-B, we have Kosei Tsuburaba(if you want to know why, simply because I don’t like his look. Lol, my knowledge of 1-B is too weak to make an objective choice.) who is replaced by my kitsune. Finally, for Izuku's quirk name, IT’s canon. It’s how his quirk is called officially.]

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Two boys could be seen running in the alley of the UA.

“Class 1-A, class 1-A. Where is our class? This school is seriously too big.”

The one who complained was the tall green-haired boy, Izuku.

“Less whining and more running. If you accepted my proposition to ask the way we wouldn’t be on the verge of being late.”

Kuroha answered with a deadpan expression. Frankly, he didn’t understand why they couldn’t have just taken with seconds to look at the plan of the school or ask their way to one of the many teachers who would have been happy to help them, but how well.

“I know!”

After a while, they finally reached a door where 1-A was marked.

Kuroha looked at the door for a while. Like everything else in this school, it was very huge. He guessed that this had a double function. Being huge enough to accommodate a sudden fight and being huge enough to allow people with all sorts of quirk to not feel constrained.

“Let's enter.”

He didn’t wait for Izuku to finish his preparation before opening the door. A rather interesting scene greeted them.

The mean-looking guy who bullied Izuku, Bakugo was it? And a tall guy wearing glasses was having a rather heated dispute about bakugo putting his feet on the table.

Side characters? Tenya Lida? *Sigh* Those two already made him feel tired.

Them entering didn’t go unnoticed. All the students already seated in class turned toward them.

“Oh, Midoriya!”

“Hello, Lida!!”

He saw the glass guy come toward them as he saluted midoriya.

“Midoriya?”

“The number one?”

“Heu, he looks pretty cool”

Kuroha sighed as he saw Izuku blushing from the murmur that could be heard. He began to walk in the classroom without paying attention to what was happening when he saw Momo, but he wanted to talk to her later in private if possible so he just saluted her with a wave of his hand to which she answered back with a simple nod.

Apart from her, another girl, a green-haired one, caught his attention. Asui Tsuyu. Was it? The two of them went to the same middle school and were even in the same class during their 3rd years. They weren’t friends, but they did know each other.

“Hello, Asui-san.”

“*Ribbit* Hello Hayate-san. It has been a while, how are you?”

Kuroha was about to answer when he heard a calm voice sound through the classroom

“I’m your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you.”

He turned to face the source. What he saw was a tall and rather thin man with rather unkempt hair who was wearing all black and a grey scarf. This prof immediately went up in Kuroha's list of liking. Black hair, black eyes shirt, black shirt, black belt, and black pants. Now if only there wasn’t that yellow? Orange? things close to him things would have been perfect.

“It’s kind of sudden, but put this on and go out to the field.”

The prof rummaged through his weird house before taking out some sort of uniform.

(*Ugh* too much white. Still less than the shirt I’m wearing, so it will do.”)

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In the boy locker room, they’re taking out their shirt one after the other. One of the unspoken rules in the locker was that while disrobing, others will ogle you. Not in a sexual sense of course, but rather in order to brag. Yep bragging.

The locker was a zone full of testosterone where boys competed through their bodies. It wasn’t just a zone where people could change what they’re wearing...It was a battlefield.

Each of them trained arduously in order to enter UA. As such, their bodies were rather well trained and muscular. No one won or lost on that part. But, when Kuroha pulled his pants down and stood in his boxer, the boys of class 1-A finally understood what it means to see the sky above the sky.

That day, Kuroha became the uncontested number one.

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While the boys were fighting without drawing blood, the girls weren’t idle either. They might laugh and smile at each other, but truthfully speaking, they’re even more ruthless than the boys.

For a boy, just having a muscled body and a larger than average dick was enough. It was stupid and puerile.

For girls? It was a war. It wasn’t just about the bigger the better. Face, hair, breast, butt, clothes, accessories, bag, way of speaking, way of acting and many more elements were blended and calculated almost instinctually.

The result? Momo was the uncontested winner.

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After a while, the boy and girls come out from the locker, no expression of defeat visible in their eyes. What happened in the locker stayed in the locker.

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1-A class students stood in the open air. Once again this training field was incredibly large.

Once they all fell silent, Aizawa Shota finally opened his mouth,

“We will begin with a quirk assessment test.”

“WHAT?”

The class begins to boil. Apart from a few students who stayed calm, the others were arguing and asking what was going on. For such students, he only had one answer.

“If you’re going to become a hero, you have no time for such leisurely events”

He knew he sounded harsh, but it was for their own good. Hero and hero in-training basically had no time for just playing around. Each minute of their time was used for a specific purpose. What's more, as a hero school, UA was different from other normal high schools. He decided to explain a little

“U.A’s selling point is how unrestricted its school tradition is. That’s also how the teachers run their classes. You kids have been doing these since junior high, too, right? Physical fitness tests where you weren’t allowed to use your quirks. The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their quirks. It’s not rational.”

The government was really weird. Why continue using such an archaic system. What about Mutant type quirks? He sighed inwardly while continuing.

“Midoriya, Hayate, you two finished at the top of the practical exams, right? Midoriya for the Regular and Hayate for the recommended. In middle school what was your best result for the softball throw?”

“90 meters”, answered Hayate calmly.

“A- ano, 40 meters”, answered Izuku while blushing a little. His results in P.E were really bad in the past.

He had to stop a little at those answers. One threw too far for just a student while the other threw so close that it was pitiful. But it was weird. Midoriya quirk was a strength type. Even though it wasn’t passive, his normal strength should still be higher than normal. Well; it didn’t really matter.

“You two choose one and try doing it with your quirk. You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle.”

The two of them shared a look before Hayate came closer and took the ball. Interesting. Those two knew each other.

Hayate Kuroha. Quirk: Blood Void. The kid was classed as A+ class priority alongside Bakugo Katsuki. Midoriya and Todoroki were given an A- and a A class priority designation.

That’s why he was here. Such a high concentration of powerful quirk required a prof with a quirk like his.

Shota watched as Hayate took position. Well, he just entered the circle before taking a swiss knife and cut his finger with it.

Shota couldn’t help but frown at how nonchalant this kid was about hurting himself.

What he saw next made him nod in praise.

The blood seeping out of his finger slowly covered the ball in Hayate’s hand. Once the ball was completely covered, he stopped holding it and the ball began to float.

“Out of my sight.”

Those words came from Hayate. Shota made another observation then. Hayate’s control of his quirk seemed to be still lacking. It was clear that he needs some key phrases in order to facilitate some movements.

The moment those words sounded, the ball seemed to hear it before it zoomed fast and went away. Shota took his controller and watched the number before whistling in admiration.

“You guys should know your own maximum first. That’s the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero.”

He showed the controller.

“OH!!!!!”

Cry of admiration sounded in the classroom. Why? Because of the controller, the number of 1005.8 meters could be seen.

“More than 1000 meters? Seriously?”

An orange-haired boy could be seen talking.

“What’s this? It looks fun!”

“We can use our quirk as much as we want! As expected from the hero course!”

Those words ticked him off.

“It looks fun. Huh?”

He couldn’t help but let out a smile. It seemed like these kids needed a wake-up call.

“All right. Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion.”

“HUH?!”