While some students were facing an existential crisis, the teacher of UA still had work to do.

In the principal office, Nezu, Hyoga, Aizawa, and a white-haired tall and muscular tanned man wearing a dark red hero costume. His name was Kan Sejiro more known as the blood hero: Vlad King.

Like all prof in UA, he was a pro hero. He was also the homeroom teacher of class 1-B.

Right now, the four of them were reviewing the recording of the different fights. Class A wasn’t the only one to have fought today, class B, did the same.

“Hum, this girl is good. Her quirk functions a little like Midnight. Once the students get their bearing, we should let her take advice from Midnight.”

Nezu was talking about a girl with foxtail and ear in class 1-B. Vlad to note of this suggestion in his memo pad. Despite his delinquent-like appearance, Vlad was very serious during his work.

After that, they continued to watch different fights, idly commenting on some, and taking note of others. After finishing for Class B, they did the same for class A. This time, it was Aizawa’s turn to take some notes.

He acknowledged Nezu's ability to teach and would never refuse any advice. Nezu praised most of the students and even clapped during the fight of Midoriya vs Bakugo. Once he finished watching the actions of Momo, he let out a little sigh,

“This girl is really a true monster. She will be so fantastic as a hero. Her sole presence could change the tide of a war. We must take care of her.”

Nezu didn’t believe in equality. No being was ever born equal to another. Talents, family, resources, luck. All those factors, while not enough to determine where you’ll end, made it so that you could either have a head start or began the course with a handicap.

Since no one was born equally, they obviously couldn’t be treated the same way. Favoritism was something that would never fade. He would always put more resources in a few selected and worthy students. All Might was the living proof that One powerful hero was better than having hundreds of average one.

Once they finished dealing with Momo, they finally watched the short fight of Hayate Kuroha.

After a while, Nezu finally opened his mouth,

“Vlad, what do you think?”

Vlad frowned a little before beginning to think,

“As you know, quirk [BLOOD CONTROL] allows me to freely manipulate my own blood after it has left my body. I can also harden it and use it as a binding or a weapon. For Hayate, his quirk is basically what I would call a super upgraded form of mine. I can only manipulate my blood as long as it stays in contact with my body. As such I’m limited to close and mid-range. Hayate, on the other hand, can manipulate his blood in a certain radius. About One kilometer it seems.”

“Beautiful summary. Now, do you think you could train him?”

Vlad resolutely shook his head in refusal

“This isn’t a question of power. His quirk and mine may look the same but the level is completely different. Any lessons I give would only restrict him rather than making him grow. The best I can do is give him some advice on better equipment and such.”

“That’s plenty enough. After all, they must be the ones to walk the road ahead of them. As teachers, our role is just to help them stumble less than they would have without guidance...By the way, Aizawa?”

“Yes?”

“After seeing him, what’s your impression of him?”

“I think that…”

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Kuroha was walking alone toward home when his phone began to vibrate. After he took it out of his pocket, he began to frown. It wasn’t his usual phone, but rather a throwable one he Milienia gave him. Anyone calling him on this number means trouble.

“Hello, Asa?”

“*Huf* *Huf* Junketsu. Do you hear me?”

“Asa? What is happening?”

“*Huf* *Cough* *Cough* Junkestu, I’m losing an awfully large amount of blood right now. I think I’m missing some organs *Cough* Teleport to my position fast. *Cough* Otherwise, * Cough* Today next year you’ll have to go clean my grave…ahahah, shit I shouldn’t laugh right now.*Cough*...”

*Beep* *Beep* Beep*

“Asa! ASA!!...Shit!”

Kuroha couldn’t consider Asa to be a very close friend, but then he was still one of the few people he trusted enough to give his back.

He sent a message to Hina and Muji before rushing into an alley and teleporting to Himiko's room.

Once there, even though he could see Himiko wearing nothing more than a black babydoll dress that hides nothing to his sight, It was very enticing, he simply began disrobing without even a greeting or giving a second look.

Himiko, who was used to it by now, simply looked at the show without speaking. She even used her phone to snap some pictures.

(I will put them into the folder HOT.)

Once, Kuroha was simply in his underwear, he used his ring to wound himself on multiple parts of his body. Those rings weren’t hard to use. They used mechanisms to activate it.

Each ring looked like two rings stuck together with a little space between them. Once he made a turn with it, multiple little blades would come out of it and begin rotating. They’re very easy to use.

Once his wound began to bleed, the blood began to flow out before slowly taking the form of an intricate full-body armor around him.

It gave him a really fearsome appearance, like a dragon ready to hunt its prey.

(AN: Hard to describe. Just think of the Cardinal crimson promotion of Issei but without the wing. The wing will come later.)

After going in the street for so long, Kuroha understood that simply wearing a mask wasn’t enough. As such, he simply completely covered his body in blood armor. The design came from Mujitsu who said that dragons were cool and badass. Despite how crazy he was, Kuroha had to accept that this armor really looked cool and badass.

Crimson Devil. That was how he called himself. It was truly an embarrasing name, but it was Muji conditions for having designated this armor.

While in this mode he only used close quarter combat. Blood manipulation, while rare, wasn’t so rare that people using it could be counted. As long as he keeps using his Unlimited art while in school, few people would ever make the connection between the vigilante Crimson devil and Hayate Kuruho, a hero in training.

This transformation ended rather fast. Lasting only a few seconds. He still needed to work on it. After forming his armor, he addressed Himiko,

“Sorry, Himiko. This is rather urgent. I will explain later.”

Even the voice coming from the armor was different. After speaking to Himiko, he simply vanished.

Himiko, now by herself, simply took his shirt and pants before neatly folding them. She liked using his shirts to relieve some of her frustrations, but she didn’t want to stain his school clothes.

On the other hand, his school uniform was what he will wear the most. Wouldn’t it be romantic if he wore a shirt and pants that were once stained by her?

(Hum, what a dilemma. I decided, I will...)

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Once Kuroha arrived at the locations of Asa, he was dumbfounded by what he saw,

“What’s happening here?..”