11 Well, that was disappointing

In the darkness, four figures stared at the only source of light in the room.

A man clad in black with white bandages around his neck was looking at the few videos of teenagers fighting robots.

They were average at best and hazardous at worst.

Some could not control their quirks output, some couldn't time their attacks and outright missed some of their targets.

Some of them didn't even have any martial arts training and relied on their quirks, using them to compensate for their incompetence. Basically, using their gifts as a crutch.

"Most of them are irrational."

Someone chuckled from beside him, he, however, didn't dignify that with a glance, he knew who it was and he wasn't in the mood for bickering.

"To you, everything is irrational, can't you just enjoy the potential of the future generation? They are the ones that we will be entrusting our future too, after all."

This time, he did glance at the figure next to him, eyebrow raised in curiosity and skepticism.

"Since when did you turn so..."

he trailed off, not remembering the specific word for the situation.

"Poetic? Sentimental?"

The black-haired man could only sigh, this woman was annoying, sometimes he wondered why he was still friends with her.

"I'm not sure if you know what "Sentimental" means, I should get you a dictionary sometime soon."

She pressed a hand to her forehead and stepped back as if someone had insulted her honor and this was one of the TV shows.

"Oh, why you wound me so?"

He ignored her. focusing back on the screens, particularly paying attention to one of the candidates.

His gray, leathery wings spread, as if ready for take-off, and take-off he did. With a flap of his wings, he bolted forward, straight to a three-pointer robot, and slammed a tail that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

The head of the bot was reduced to nothing but scrap metal and the tail disappeared as fast as it came into existence.

Huh...

"Hey, check that kid."

pointing at the designated monitor, he caught the woman's attention. She looked over to the television and licked her lips, a half-naked, muscular boy was very enticing, and look at those muscles, the time he must have out in his training speaks of dedication.

Snapping out of her daydreams, she reached over to a desk and looked through some papers.

"...Hmm... Candidate number 4789, here you go."

She passed the correct paper to the man who took it without glancing at her.

Ayato Iwasaki.

Quirk: Dragon blood.

... This had child excitement written all over it.

The black-haired man blinked a few times. His eyes were dry again, staring at a few dozen monitors wasn't helping his case.

Releasing a sigh, he continued reading the general information. A smile tugged at his lips when he read his parents' names, his father in particular. He had the pleasure of working with the man a few times... Though he frowned when remembering all the animal references he made.

He hoped that his kid took after the mother.

"His effectiveness and physique are impressive. His quirk description doesn't give away much and the name we could be deceiving... Or a child being excited. I will take him depending on how he does."

He didn't give the paper back but attached it to his other papers.

"Oh? Are you not going to allow Vlad to get any powerhouses this year too?"

He withheld a scoff, powerhouses, they were immature children at best, they might have had potential but if they refused to work for it, they would be expelled. After all, there was a reason why there were no second years this time.

"Well, it's time to send in the big guns."

-Ayato POV-

"... Okay, that's just overkill, even for UA."

the mutter went unheard on a rooftop, the building shook as a zero-pointer walked in the middle of the street... "Walk" was used here loosely. Due to everything in its way, it looked like stumbling.

It was giant, even when he was standing on one of the tallest buildings around, he still had to look up at the robot.

Sighing at the idiocy of the test, he spread his wings and covered his body in a small layer of hardened air. To keep up appearances, he covered himself with scales. spinning in mid-air like a drill, he dove right for the Giant glowing red eye.

The air barrier broke through the lens and he entered inside of the bots head.

Changing direction, he aimed himself downwards, ripping through its neck and halfway through its back...

As soon as he landed on the ground, he spun, skidding on the floor to let the momentum disperse.

Looking back up at the robot, Ayato noticed the obvious. That shit was falling.

The collateral damage would be detrimental!

And he doesn't have a plan B for his future job!

Using Air to boost his flying speed, he shot forward only to skid on the floor as he stopped in front of the falling robot.

His winds worked on overdrive as his arms slammed on the iron plate of the giant robot as he used air to support the extra weight...

He had to keep appearances after all.

He was the hero here, "Protecting" "Civilians" that are in serious danger. His power was the only hope for their survival, his back putting their worries to rest and reassuring them of their safety.

Okay, he was done here.

-Teachers booth-

"...He seems annoyed more than anything."

The woman pointed out in a flat tone, still slightly reeling from the fact that the kid managed to stop several tons of metal from falling on top of him.

"He's perfect. I'm taking him, now if he likes cats I might as well be his uncle."