Heh?

[I look at myself... and don't come to help.] -???

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{Ant's note.}

Changing his name from [Eizen] to [Aizen]. It's way more stylish.

By the way, this chapter was brought to y'all thanks to Ptarikc.

Thank him a lot.

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My feet kissed the sand of the P.E grounds, bringing me closer to where my class gathered.

I was the last student remaining, thus, my arrival brought Eraserhead to begin his explanatory speech.

"This is a quirk apprehension test." He announced, confusing a few students there and there.

"What about the entrance ceremony?" The brown-haired girl from earlier asked, saying something that a few people wanted to know too.

"If you want to be heroes, we don't have time for frilly niceties." He replied cooly.

'He is right. I do feel like these things are particularly just for show. It is useless for our department since we will rarely interact with other departments. The only department possibly useful should be the support department.'

"You will do the activities you know from middle school. However this time, you will be allowed to use your quirk." He continued.

Turning his head toward the girl on my left, he called her.

"Bakugou. How far could you throw a soft-ball in middle school?" He asked the blonde.

"Around 69 meters." She replied.

Taking a ball from who-knows-where, he gave it to her, asking her to move inside the circle on the ground.

"Use your quirk and as long as you don't exit the circle, anything is fine." He instructed.

She replied with a nod before getting ready to give her all in the throw.

"Die!" She shouted with all her strength, the ball getting leaving her hand at the same time as the explosion she created were created.

The explosion made the wind blow relatively strongly in our direction.

He then turned the little remote he had in his hand to us.

It showed an impressive score of approximately 769 meters.

As if on cue, a few students began to cheer loudly, expressing how it seemed fun and more stupid words they used to describe what he wanted to be a second exam.

Considering how he behaved since the start, he should not be the type to want to make us have fun.

"Fun you say...?" He asked rhetorically.

'I see where this is going...'

"If you planned to have a good time during these 3 years then you are gravely mistaken. You have 8 trials and since I am in such a good mood thanks to your little circus, I will add a new rule."

"!?"

"The student who ranks last in total points will be judged 'hopeless' and get instantly expelled." He said, a huge smirk on his face.

He was enjoying this, not gonna lie, I was enjoying some of their faces too.

"Welcome to the department of heroics kids."

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The first trial was a 50-meter dash.

Midoriya and Kastura were paired together and I could feel the animosity oozing from her.

She wanted to crush him so badly, I almost felt bad for him.

Keyword: 'almost'.

She got a good score of 4 seconds while he only got 7 seconds.

Even without my quirk, I can do much better.

Don't tell me he can't properly use his own quirk? Whatever I guess, It's not my problem.

Once it was my turn, I went to the start line, hands in my pockets.

"Let's do our best!" A feminine voice said on my left.

From what Aizawa said, she was Yaoyorozu.

"Yeah. Good luck to you." I replied, turning my face toward the finishing line.

I can basically teleport. Even though I still technically do the process.

"Start!" The robotic voice declared, to which Momo immediately used what she made with her quirk earlier.

It seems like an amazing quirk.

My body disappears from the starting line and I appear just in front of the finishing line, then stepped behind it to make the robot properly record my time, which was still inferior to one second.

"0.56 second!" It declared.

A few seconds later, the black-haired girl came and paused. She used some kind of canon then used bouncy things under her shoes to run faster.

"5 seconds!" The robot then declared.

"What a clever way of running." I remarked, a smirk on my face.

"I could say the same to you though..." She replied, a smile on her face.

Holding my hand for a handshake I presented myself.

"Aizen Kumo. Call me Aizen, I am not good with formalities." I said.

Shaking my hand, presented herself.

"Pleased to meet you then, Aizen-san. My name is Yaoyorozu Momo. You can call me Momo if you want."

"I will be in your care Momo-san. This will be a 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 fun year." My smile growing even larger.

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The second trial was the grip strength test.

I observed Midoriya for a while since he should be the one with the larger score from what the testimony affirmed.

Blasting a hole in these giant robots while jumping from hundreds of meters in the air? If it is not a strength-enhancer quirk then lighting will fell on me down until I die, which is basically impossible.

Strangely enough, he got stupid scores, barely noticeable. He was not using his quirk and it was quite strange.

Quickly losing my interest in him, I did the test too.

I never actually tested the limits of my strength since I have too much energy in my body to care about limits.

This little thingy will surely not bear all my strength so I will simply raise my strength until it is on the verge of breaking.

I did so and the score that it showed me was rather expected.

"What score is it?" Katsura asked, coming closer.

Agreeing, I turned it to her.

"I knew that you were strong but... 999 KGW? Is that the device's limits?" She asked, a little shocked.

Flexing my muscles, I replied.

"These babies pack more energy than you could ever imagine... Want to touch?" I began to tease her, walking closer while flexing my biceps.

Her face became red before a frown appeared on her face as if she was having an internal struggle.

With the timidest and most shaking voice I ever heard from her, she replied, almost unintelligibly "Later..."

I froze at her reply, since my plan came back at me, with the efficiency of a boomerang.

She hurriedly left after, not letting me explain that it was a joke.

'I feel like I will regret it later...'

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The remaining trials were nothing amazing.

Obviously, all of them were nothing but a formality for me. I demonstrated by getting first place everywhere.

Strangely enough, I thought that Katsura would have been more bitter, but she continued behaving as calmly as before.

Eventually, we arrived at the last trial.

Only Midoriya and I were the remaining students to be tested.

"Kumo. It's your turn." Aizawa called me.

Catching the soft-ball he threw at me, I decided to make something I imagined a while ago.

I never use the energy inside me since I have no use for it besides making electricity and clouds.

This time, however, I gather as much electricity around my fist as possible, without blowing the soft-ball in smithereens. It is way harder to do than say since a false step makes the thing explode in my hand.

The scene should be pretty amazing for the spectators. I was basically standing in the middle of what seems like an electricity tornado... or an advanced tesla coil.

Once I got enough energy, I got in a throwing position.

"Hopefully it doesn't turn into dust." I said between the electricity cracking around me.

In an instant, the ball left my hand and traveled through the air, cutting everything on its path. Be it clouds or an unfortunate pigeon flying by. Well, it surely got completely erased even a feather could probably not have remained.

The soft-ball should have reached a place far enough to give me an infinity. Or it has been turned into dust.

Either way, it lasted long enough to give a result to Aizawa's device.

"Infinity." He said, showing the result.

"Good." I say, going back toward the students.

The static electricity surrounding the zone was making their hairstyles really weird.

Mine is always standing either way, so I don't really care.

The majority of them were giving me awe-expression of course. After what I did, it seems like I was the most powerful guy in the class after all.

The one Eve mentioned was the son of Endeavor, the fire hero, who was giving me a weird look.

I ignored him since I was not attracted to males... I won't lie he is a little creepy too.

Midoriya who was called earlier by Aizawa was making his way toward the circle, the soft-ball in his hand.

It was probably the last time he would have the occasion of proving his worth.

I hope that he is going to show us what that mysterious quirk of him is.

Cocking back his arm, he launched the ball with all his strength.

"46 meters."

"Heh?"