1 Chapter 1

"Hey! Over here!"
A deep-voice, where gravels are absent from, is fire toward its target like a bronze-bullet from its owner's bulky-chamber, hidden within the owner's throat, with hints of energy that is equivalent to a high-level storm. Despite the eyes from bystanders that caused by the echoes from the teen, the ear that he wants his voice to reach and grasp has achieved.
A skinny ear had felt the impact of the teen's 'bullet', and the familiarity had caused the owner's ear to drag his brownish-eyes toward the origin of the heavy-voice. 'Natsuiro Yamato' is whom the skinny ears, that his friends - 'Yukimura Yasu' - want it in his voice's palm, belongs to.
Natsuiro Yamato look past his skinny, left shoulder that resides on his thin, yet muscular body - neglecting the chitty-sound of others - and appear in his eyes, slumped with heavy bags underneath, was his friend; Yukimura Yasu was an energetic one, despite the size of his body bulking with bodybuilder genes - opposite to Yamato's skinny, yet lean-muscular body.
Yasu's eyes have the same appearance as his, with a round-shaped black-hole that is hidden in a fog made out of tree-barks and chestnuts, along with the color of his hair which is doused in octopus inks.
Adorn in a white shirt and blue jeans, tightened with a leather belt that strapped his jeans to his hips, the distances between Yasu and Yamato is closing in as the muscular, with the jagged crown, teen Yasu walk - well, more like jogging as if he's on a treadmill or in a nature-infested park with his precious bulldog - towards the skinny teen with both ends of his lips curve upward.
"You could just use your quirks, you know?" Yamato said to Yasu, as the stomps of impact between the concrete on the ground and the base of Yasu's sport-shoes died down as he's getting closer to where Yamato is standing. His gravelly-voice harbor the weight as light like feathers that belong to birds and such - yet the voice did not walk out from his lean-muscles neck.
"And you should move your lips more-" Yasu said with his deep voice with hints of softness in it, along with his feet had gone to a full-stop as he arrived at his friend's spot - a place that he can escape away from the bus' pungent smokes and fuels that his nose is infested with - where behind Yamato's rear is a group of peoples chit-chatting together about the entrance exam in various emotions and tone, with his lips still fixing both of its ends in its previous positions as the muscular teen's dull-eyes gazes at Yamato similar dull-eyes with the palm of both of his hands are placed on each side of his hips "-anyway, are you ready for the exam?"
"One, never gonna happen-" Yamato said as he shot a smirk at Yasu's face like a stone from a sling-shot after slightly-tilted his head upwards because of the differences in heights between the two, as a brow of the two of Yamato's eyebrows raises "-and Two, if not then why am I here in the first place?".
"Ha, that's true-" One instant flow of breath through his nostrils as Yasu released a chuckle through his log-like throat, before he commanded his vision to switch target to the main topic that everybody - Yamato and Yasu neglected at first but slowly taken an interest - talk about "-...And I would have never guessed that we would take an entrance exam in a replica of a city".
Yamato kept one of his brows on the top of his forehead while tilted his head to the side before his own vision follow the line of sight from his muscular friend, and what he saw made him understand what his friend meant; a simple, enormous double-doors with rectangular-bodies with heads shape of right-triangles.
Connected to the doors are massive walls, each panel are rectangular in shape and are bigger than their own home which is pretty big in their neighborhood, behind them are rows of buildings with space in between each infrastructure, different designs and height are manifest each one yet all harbor the same similarities - their heights are half larger than the walls.
"Huh….how did I not see that?-" Yamato's brown and dull eyes widen like satellites in an instant when his visions are stuck on the white-walls with blue frames and the buildings with one side filled with windows that have the ocean as its color. Both the teen with the crown filled with jagged inks and the teen with a middle-split comb, to the side, hair have their line of vision glue to the walls, doors, and buildings with both of their throat glue itself and replace it with the whistling chilly-wind...Until Yamato decides to add his own element with the wind "-...Anyway, I have a question, why don'tyo…"
Despite having Yasu's gaze now lock on him, the final sentences never come out of Yamato's skinny, yet fill lean-muscles throat as another topic's attractiveness had attracted their ears to it - neglecting Yamato-gonna-be-questions, Yasu's ears twitched as if he was a dog as soon as he heard the sound.
"N-N-NO, NOT AT ALL !~"
Brown and plain eyes from both Yasu and Yamato sockets move to the origin of the voice, dragging their head along with it, and they saw an event that is planned by two-person and it causes both the lean-muscle and the bodybuilder to raises one of their eyebrows; an argument between a person with a build that is similar to Yamato, nearly chiseled as him, adorned in a tight, blue-suit with black-lines and glasses that bear the same shape as the blue-outline walls - simple, rectangular-shape glasses.
The said person intertwines his arms and sticks it closely to his chest, with his thin, straight eyebrows narrow and creates a light furrow on the top of his forehead. His eyes are glaring down on a certain someone that is in front of him.
The person that is being glared at by rectangular glasses teen is, in a sense, pitiful; a deep-green bush of nature covers the teen's crown while his neck has lost the strength it needs and in result, dragged his head facing down towards the concrete-ground below.
The teen with the crown of bushes is adorned in a baggy-suit - sweat-suit, maybe - doused in the lighter cousin of the bush with stripped of whites and the teen's greenish pupils looking down as if it was the situation where he was a child and the glasses teen was the parent. Yasu swears that he saw some drop of water coming out of the bush-crown teen forehead.
"Hmmm…" Yasu had kept one of his ink-like eyebrows lay upon his broad-forehead as he kept looking at the two, along with many others, through his plain eyes that is hints with tree barks while his mind brainstorming of what and why this event occurs with his facial expression is similar to a piece of blank paper.
Yamato, however, prolongs his eyebrows on his forehead for a few more seconds, then switches his gaze from the scolding of 'parent' to 'child' towards the building-like door - Waiting for the exam to begin...Until he heard a sound right next to him.
Yamato's vision gazes at the sound, and he sees Yasu's shoes walking in rhythm with his legs and producing a light, stomping between the sport-shoes of his and the concrete ground below. Yamato's eyes raise his eyebrows at Yasu while he's walking towards where the event has originally started.
"Hey!" a voice, deep yet strong with no rashes and no hints of harshness, walked out of Yasu's throat and flew through the debris of dust to the ears of the two as Yasu's shoes kept walking on the rough-concrete floor. Yamato's eyes widened like plates from the restaurant as the cooling wind started to dance a little more aggressively around his spilt-side comb hair and the shortened-grass around.
The tickling sensation of the chilling-wind is infesting the naked arms of Yasu as the number of stomps, yet light, from the base of his shoes when it had the impact on the floor are decreasing as the gaps between the two and him are dying as the seconds pass by. The fit-teen with glasses stops his glaring and allows his eyelids to do its job while his vision switches from the bush-crown teen to the bodybuilder who is closing their distances as the glasses relax his muscles from his intertwining.
The wind carried the pungent of the bus on its back to both the nose of the Yukimura teen and the two teens as the green-suit teen lookup with plated eyes at Yasu with his mouth loses its grip slightly. The one with glasses speaks with a strict like steel-chains tone as soon as Yasu's feet stop its momentum at the spot that is in front of the two, only a few inches away from face to face.
"And who are you supposed to be?!" The voice that has strictness as its fillings shotted out of the teen's fit-throat as he glares at Yasu with both of his eyebrows are kept in its previous position. His dot-like pupils, surrounded and floating on the deepest part of the oceans, are now land on Yasu; staring at the bodybuilder with a furrow on his forehead and Yasu's dull tree-barks return the favor as Yasu's eyes lock on the glasses dotted pupils without blinking once and the smile he once harbor has now replaced with a stone, cold-wall.
The wheezing sound of the chilly-wind rotting away with the pungent fumes of the bus dissects from Yasu's Roman nose as each second passes, the bodybuilder and the blue-suit stare at each other while using their strength - both mind and body - to place their eyelids back at its origin.
The bush-teen eyes widen like plates from a hotel with his body trembling fidgety like earthquakes as he stands in front of the two with his shaking legs as he witnesses the atmospheres that surrounded the three gotten thicker as the artless eyes and the dotted pupils continue its gazes at each other through his eyeballs with pupils lying on a bed of nature green-grass as if the pupils were having a nice picnic in the park.
Yasu's ears were ringing as if there was the school golden-bell attached to his ears and his eyes, plain like rocks with bits and bits of metals sticking out, had commanded its cover to retracted back to its station as Yasu's vision glare at the dotted-pupils of the teen in Yasu's line of vision with Yasu uses his strength to keep himself from filling himself up with molten lava.
Yasu's lips have its both ends to curve up towards with his mind comes up with the intention to solve this 'problem'. However, the smiles of the bodybuilder would never come as a vibrating sound like echoes in a cave comes to his ears - adding up the stinging pain in his ears.
"OKAY, START!"
Everybody, including the two muscular teens and the two suited teens, changes their direction of the vision towards the origin of the voice. Reflected on their eyes was a tower - a communication tower Yasu thinks - and on that tower was a man.
"WHAT'S WRONG ?! LIFE DOESN'T HAVE COUNTDOWNS!" on top of the tower was a man with one of his legs forming 90 degrees as he put its foot on the edge of the forehead of the tower. The man was the 'Pro Hero: Present Mic'.
Both Yasu and Yamato mind commanded their eyelid to squint, to the point that only a few millimeters of space are present between their upper and lower eyelids, and the image that appears within their line of sight is the same as a few hours ago; Present Mic is ornamented in a leather jacket and leather pants, with both are drenched in the color of a room with no lights turns on, with oversize boots and fingerless gloves having the same color.
Present Mic's neck is covered with a wearable speaker, forged in metal-like materials and a design that utilizes his quirks to the mountain-tip of his potential, along with his fashion to utilizes his theme to the utmost...as well.
"RUN, RUN, RUN !-" the booming, vibrating voice of the supposed-professional hero echoes to the students' ears as he swings his arm like how the feet of cars work, rotating with a speed that made their visions saw blurs instead of hands until, in a dramatic sense, spread out his skinny arms, making them both straight luke rulers and with a grin, another echoes to the ears below "-THERE'S NO GOING BACK!"
"Huh?..." Midoriya Izuku, the teen who is dressed with a light-green sweat suit and bushes for hair, eyes with hints of leaves as he stares at the Pro Hero with widened eyes along with releasing a soft sound out of his tone-muscular throat. This action was prolonged for a few seconds, until he recognized the absence of the chitty and chatty sound of others as he heard the sound of the whistling-wind that danced around the fresh-grasses near him.
The eyes with pupils of leaves has been commanded to switched towards the spot by Izuku where the two muscular teens stand on their feet on the ground of concrete with their eyes glued on to each other that causes his lung's job to be more difficult to execute for the air has become thicker - They're gone.
"Huh?!..." another sound, with softness in it yet a big louder than before as a flow of breath ran out of his throat, shooted out of his neck before he turned to his left from his current position with a stomp on the ground with his left foot as he twisted his bodies to where his rear's position was when he has his eyes stare wide as plate at the professional hero. What he saw made him release a sound from its chain, hidden in his tone-muscular neck, with a hint that shared the same resemblance as what is painted on his facial expression.
"HAAAAAAAAH!?..." There they were, the scary glasses teen, the muscular teen, and the nice girl with the bob haircut that is painted with the color of chestnuts that haven't gone to the processing of food - they were all running toward the entrances as it opened. With ears full with the stomping impact between the shoes and concrete, the inexperienced teen's legs are fueled with determination as his eyes let his eyelids cover his eyes once before roar out a sentence and with his leafy-eyes widen, sprint off towards the entrance:
"I'M ALREADY BEHIND !"
The exam has started.



"When you use my Quirk, One for All-" both of his tone muscular legs picking up the momentum and rhythm, sweats drop from the top of his bushes-cover forehead, eyebrows narrowed down and wrinkles appear in the middle between the two eyebrows, and eyes with its leafy-pupils shrunken down to dotted eyes as the eyes hold their covers back at its origin "-Tighten your buttocks and scream within your heart.".
Both ends of Izuku's lips stretch as it pulled back his lip - revealing the teeth that had radishes at its color - as he remembers the guide of his mentor; 'All Might' the no.1 hero, the person who has saved millions and millions of lives, the person who always wear a smile on his face whenever dangers come, and the person who had give him the hope of reaching the dream he had harbors since he was an innocent child - a hero. As he swung his legs and arms as he ran, a voice came through his throat that originated from the depth of his heart.
"Sm-" Sadly, that never happens
In front of Izuku was a road, and on the side of the road was a building - a building that had its wall smashed by a robot. The banging sounds erupted from the impact like a bullet flown on the horizon from a gun, with pieces of rubbles of the wall flying through the air with some fall on the ground below which add flavors to the explosive sound between the concrete walls and the robot.
The sound interrupted the momentum of Izuku's legs causing the young Midoriya's back to bend forwards. When his back returns into its natural position, a drop of sweat rolls itself toward Izuku's chin as his jaw extends towards the ground with his eyes widened like a satellite and eyebrows forming a furrow between the two eyebrows as it narrows. His throat welcomes the air as it soaks into its tunnel before the throat releases a sound with a portion of air following it.
"A 'one pointer'." a light, yet smooth as a river, comes out of Izuku's neck as his pupils shrink back to its dotted appearance when the gaze of his are glue on the greenish-robot; its head are shaped like a serpent with its head has 2 trapezoids-like shape holes on each side of its head, arms with a gatling gun underneath its huge green-metal plates, an unusual body structure with a ginormous wheel for its feets. As the smoke of dust afloat the surrounding, the blooded crimson-cycloptic eyes of the robot shifted its dotted-pupils gaze on the young teen in the green, sweat-suit.
"Target acquired."
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
As the robot roared out its voice that was filled with metals and electricity, the blackened wheel released a high-pitched screech from its cage as the tire of the inky wheel scratches the concrete floor where it was currently standing on before the wheel was able to move its owner's metallic body.
"Here it comes, here it comes" With the robot moving forwards in a speed that is equivalent to a race car, Izuku's mind sprouted out his light voice to alert his own mind as he put his legs far away from each other to widen his stance, Izuku prepare his muscles to put his quirk into use...However, instead of doing that, he did quite the opposite. Legs waver back and forth as Izuku stands with his trembling leg as his eyes widen as before with his pupils, that has hints of nature, shrunken smaller than an insect with his eyebrows, harbor the same color as his eyes and hair of bushes, curving upward with both of his inner-ends pointed towards Izuku's hidden forehead - forming an X line.
"Why can't I move?" With two-ends of his lips stretched wide that resulted in his teeth being revealed from underneath, his eyes are bathed in puddles of tears that are forming upon his lower-eyelids as the greenish, weird design robot is closing its distances.
The bushes-hair teen's body and his mind are not in rhythm. His mind is alive as if it becomes sentient, is active like a canine when in the park with its owner walking side-by-side, and it is aware of the peaceful-surrounding that covered the bushes teen from every corner like an eagle on the peak of a cliff with its eyes searching for prey to feast on.
When Izuku's mind saw that the robot is cutting the distance between them at a rapid-fire rate, it sends multiple messages with the contents that is simpler than writing a number in an elementary school to the nerves in his body, to every limbs: Fight. However, the body does not follow. Instead, the body trembles and impedes itself into the ground like a light pole on the side of the street.
The robot is in front of him, retracting its arms in preparing to strike the bush-teen. The young Izuku Midoriya's wavering body is in no condition to block nor counter the strike as his sober-mind got the first full-view of the robot up close as its robotic-arm is closing in the distances between its strike to his freckles-face with its cyclop, bloody-eye flashes upon his eyes. Izuku's eyes, bathed in puddles of tears, shut his eyes and sprinkled his tears by the shockwave between the impact of his eyelids - preparing for the stinging sensations he will feel later on. Fortunately, that never comes.
"HEY! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" A weightless voice, spray and scatter with pebbles, come across and knock on the bush-hair teen's ears like an impact of a sledge-hammer. It comes from the direction of Midoriya's rear, and in front of the robot. Izuku's shut-eyes open up from the darkness he created for himself and drag his stiff, tone-muscular body towards the birthplace of the voice. The robot, inches away from striking the young teen with its metallic plates, controls its cycloptic, crimson gazes from the deep-green, bush-hair teen towards the voice, detected by its sensor, that belongs to a teen with his legs running towards them.
The air left its chilling-sensation on his skin, Yamato - the teen with a model-like body - picked up his legs and kicked his leather-shoes down on the concrete floor as he ran towards the green-hair teen and the robot behind him. Drops of sweat rain from his broadened forehead, and the stomp sounds of his feet kicking to the ground as he prepares to use his quirk when he considers the distance between him and his target, the serpent-like robot, is close enough.
Within seconds, Yamato is a few feet away from the serpent looking robot. At that point, Yamato's dull-gaze had caught a glimpse of the teen, in the sweat-suit, expressions; Izuku's eyes are like fresh-pizza from the stone-built oven as he saw how the teen, suited in a mix of green-shirt and pink-jeans, ran towards him with a speed that is equivalent to a cheetah...when it is driven by hunger.
As Yamato is near in distance, he wastes nothing and begins to perform the phases of his plan; his legs shifted into hind-legs, a copy of powerful hind-legs that belongs to an animal known as a 'Red Kangaroo', in an instant before he leaps towards the robot. Izuku's main organs for vision has both of its lids retracted to the fullest as Izuku's leaf-eyes widen at the sight of a person, that he hadn't met either in the past and the present, leap above him with legs that is a doppelganger of the 'National Animal of Australia'. Neglecting the extreme height, the neck of the bush-hair teen bent in a way that allowed his widened eyes to continue to glue on the 'green and pink' teen.
Yamato, in a blink of an eye, morphs one of his upper limbs into something that only construction sites would use; the left of his lean-muscular arm shifted into a series of rings - each large and hunky - that connected to each other into a sturdy, metal chain. The remaining humanoid of his left, upper-limbs - fingers and palms - morph into a thick, rough-surface, and curving metal that resembles a hook.
As both cycloptic and leafy gazes under Yamato, the remaining human arm of his that reside on the right side of his model-body grab the metal chain-hook, that was his left arm and shoulder in the past, in a speed that let him feel the pressure of the frozen-air itself and started to move his right wrist as he swings the chain in a circular motion above his head as if he was a helicopter and the chain-hook with his hand are the blade with its motor respectively.
At the right time, he threw it.
The serpent-looking robot saw this and changed its target from the inexperienced teen to the above him as it pulls its arms towards Yamato - pointing at him with the gun-barrels underneath the unusual-shape, metal plates as it begins to spin its barrels in a circular movement.
However, the chain had wrapped its sturdy-slithering body around the log-like, rigid neck of the robot before its barrels could reach the requirement to fire the cartridges that it stores. In an instant after confirming the hook has got itself locked by stabbing itself on the robot's neck, Yamato retracted back his left arm - releasing a small-pressure of wind of his own through his elbow - and as result, the distances between Yamato and the robot is closing in at high speed.
Despite the intense air-pressure that impacted his face and body like a punch from an alleyway, Yamato's dull eyes have its eyebrows narrow down, creating wrinkles on the bridge of his nose, and the matte-brown eyes of his widen as he began to morph his legs by intertwining it. The kangaroo-legs begin to change its color, from the reddish-brown fur that surrounds it from hips to toes into a metal-surface that reflects the sunlight, and the kangaroo-legs vanished as a new object appear as a replacement for Yamato's athletic legs - a cone, with curved-spikes that covers the cone-shape, metal spear like a hedgehog with its razors and pointy-head curve towards the robot.
The weapons, multiple barrels that melted and welded to each other that arrive an offspring known as gatling-guns that are hidden underneath the huge metal-plates with a number '1' on each plate that manifested in white color, has met the requirement to fire the bullet it stores in its metallic-body. However, the cartridges have not taken one-step outside of its barrel-shaped apartment, for the owner has a circular-hole imprinted on its body that covers most of its green, metallic-body.
With the buzzing-sound of electricity as if bees have infested the robot and call it their home, the robot's cycloptic-eye has lost its original, crimson-stain like blood color for its eyes are plagued with the color of the bottom of a water-well under the darkened-sky as a few of its 'skins', lining with the circular-hole, curve outwards from its back like a flower that sprouted from the damage that was caused by Yamato.
Clanking-sounds of metal as some green, metal pieces impacted the concrete floor below when it peels itself off from Yamato's athletic-legs after reform from the spear that it has previously manifested, the robot that adorned with a hole on its chest has lost its equilibrium on its leg, consisted an oversized wheel, and falls on its 'flower-sprouted' rear, followed by a sound that is a mix of clanks and stomps.
Dusts splashed into the air, filling the surrounding with the smell of dust that infested the nose of the green sweat-suit with each second, Izuku kept his eyes widened like satellites as he continued to glue it on the teen that stood before him, with his broaden-back turn to him and the trail of trenches made by the metallic-spear.
"S-So quick!" The sentence ran through his mind, hidden under the bushes of his hair, like a train on the railroad to its station as he had watched the performance of the teen from top to finish. From when he first roared at him to when he finished 'cleaning' the robot, the performance of the teen had burned its mark on the inexperienced bushes-hair teen, as it caused him to lose the grip of his lower-jaw and leave a crack on his mouth - revealing the inside of his jaw.
As the circular, blackened pupils surrounded in emerald had its vision gaze upon Yamato with awe of wonders, Yamato's upper-limbs were commanded by the comb-hair teen, who dressed in a mix of pink and green, to put its palm on the concrete floor, second after changing the cone-shape, metal spear back to its original form - the legs of an Olympian.
Yamato's palms - both left and right - touch the concrete below and the feeling of the rough, rigid-surface course through the palm of his hands. However, the sensation doesn't go through the palms of a human, but the palm of a yellow-fur feline. The model-body teen has shifted into an animal that the global had recognized as the 'Fastest Land Animal' - the cheetah.
Furs that are doused in the color of the illuminating ray of the sun and riddles with random-shapes of the definition that is opposed to light, the cheetah's hind-legs straighten, that is similar to a ruler, as its upper-legs falls with its body - forming a diagonal position of a right triangle - as the cheetah yawn, the fang-cover jaw is no longer hidden underneath, before ran away with the speed that every-livings know and fear, leaving the inexperienced teen alone with eyes wider than plates as the Pro-Hero - Present Mic - speaks out to the examiners the remaining time with his vibrant, speaker-like voice.
The cheetah, whose real identity is Natsuiro Yamato, ran through blocks and blocks of the city-replica in search of its next prey to get its curving, thick-fangs-filled jaw to maw on. The chilling-wind brings its stinging, cold essences to Yamato as its slide on the fur-cover body of the cheetah as Yamato continues to run with his paws that are equipped with the main weaponry of a true predator.
"That's my 50th point, need to get more though-" Despite being shifted into a cheetah, his mind is as humane as any human being. The gravelly, light voice of Yamato echoes within his mind as he recounted the number of enemies that he had fought, along with the number of points that he got from each one before a bullet, that has curiosity and anxiousness replace for its gunpowder, punctures that mind of his "-wonder how Yasu's doing?" Yamato thought, unaware of the situation Yasu is in as he ran through the city with no hints of tiredness in his dotted-pupil eyes nor in the limbs adorn in furs painted with gold of his.



Waters drop and slide from his forehead like a waterfall, with some reaching the brink of his squarish-jaw and descending towards the below between his feet as Yasu stood with his shoeless feets pin to the ground, with the wind begins to take its toll on his nostrils as every frozen-air comes in, and out and his dull-orbs in his socket has its vision glue on the 'villains' on the ground before him with his finger-tips are in the palm of his hands as he tightened both the wrists and the knuckles of his.
"That would be 63 point in total-" A voice, heavy like boulders and followed by a flow of breath, erupted from Yasu's throat and flowed out from his jaw "-I could get more if I try harder." The wind sent its pricking-minion upon the shirtless, muscular teen as he released the tips of his fingers from the palm of his hands, despite how warm it is, and peel his dull, brown-eyes off the 'corpses' before walks away from the 'murder' scene.
However, as Yasu's shoeless-feets were placed down on the rough-surface, rigid ground - adding distances away from the snapping of the electricity from the cable with his back, packing muscles that are bulging under his wounded-skin, facing towards the robots - he heard a noise...And it's right behind him.
Brown and sparkless orbs in his socket rotated - dragging both his ink-spike crown and the bulking-body of his - towards the direction of the origin of the sound and as his line of dull-sight is lining with the coordination of the sound, Yasu was doused in a shadow that cast by the one that appears in his eyes; buildings crumble under its track-chain feets and its mechanical hands, the 'villain' was another greenish-robot like any other he faces, but this certain robot in front of him - a rectangular-shape head with multiple, dotted-eyes that are doused in crimson - is different. He is the biggest one that Yasu's eyes and mind have seen so far.
Standing taller with its body bulkier than the buildings that pin on the ground like needles nearby, the back of the behemoth bent forward as its spider-like eyes are glue on the muscular-teen, whose has the lids for sparkless-eyes withdrawn back in his socket, as his eyes widen with ink-eyebrows narrowed in a diagonal position that generates wrinkles in between his eyebrows.
With unhidden teeth and unblinking dull-eyes, Yasu put himself in an orthodox-stance; Yasu's feets hop as he put his legs far away from each other, with his knees pointed towards the direction that he needed to maintain himself from losing his balances and to be agile, and his scarred-hands has its finger-tips tighten in the palm of his hands to bring out the knuckles with his elbows place upon his ribs for a good defense. With his footing is found, a voice, deeper than before, shoot out of his log-like throat and through his jaw, towards the robot above
"Come on...give me what you got." The robot, with speed suited to its size, picks up both of its arms from the building-tops resting place and proceeds to move the behemoth-robot's mechanical-fists upwards to the clear, blueberry-sky in a vertical line. Cracks form under the naked-feets of Yasu as the strength that the shirtless-teen requires is coursing through his body to his feets. Then in a blink of an eye of a quirkless-person, Yasu from the Yukimura family is no longer there.
Second before the mechanical-fists of the robot are brought down on the shirtless-teen that stands below on the narrow, empty concrete-street - surrounded with buildings, light poles, and alleyways - and before it, the motion-tracker in the spider-like, dotted eyes of the behemoth loses the shirtless-teen. As the sensors in the system of the robot begin to track and search for the teen, the behemoth's sensor alerts it that the teen is beneath it. The rectangular-shaped head - with multiple dotted-eyes on its front in a pattern - behemoth curves its 'neck' downward so that it could lock on the targeted-teen and rain its heavy-fists on the muscular-teen. However, reflected on its crimson-dotted eyes is not a teen without his snow-cover shirt, it was a knuckle...More specifically a right uppercut.
BAM!



"So, you basically just 'K.O' the '0-Pointer'?-" Gravel-spray and light-weighted, the voice sprouted out of Yamato's lean-muscular neck as it zip-lining towards the ears of Yasu, whose has Yamato's hidden-pupils gaze at him, with an eyebrow raises on the right side of his forehead "-...Literally ?"
"Yep-" The brown, matte-orbs in Yasu's skull-socket pulls his face towards Yamato, whose is walking side-by-side, with the ends of Yasu's thin-lips curve upwards to his cheeks as he answers Yamato's concern about the entrance-exam a week ago, with the heavy - with no splashes of rubbles nor pebbles - voice that he had harbor "- I literally gave it a free-ticket to see space…'In person'."
Yamato's eyes rolled up with a grunt as a response to the answer...before sighing at the sight of Yasu's eyebrows moving up and down on his forehead at the final word in the bodybuilder-teen sentence. Despite that, he doesn't peel his eyes off Yasu, nor Yasu peels his either.
Voices were traded between the two childhood-friends as they walked through the corridor of their new school; the sound of their shoes, as the soles made physical-contact with the gleaming-floor, and the sound roses from their throats covered the illuminated corridor. With the rays of sunlight gliding through the windows that are followed by the sun's distinctive smell, the hallway was a long - and broadened - journey for the childhood-friend are occupied by the voice, and the company, of one another.
As the two childhood-friend walk through the corridor - talking and sharing ideas about what they'll have for dinner this evening - two brown-eye, with its pupils hidden behind layers of chestnuts, resides in Yamato's sockets pull its line of vision away from the muscular-teen for his ears signal to his mind that there were noises, with its birthplace is close in distance for him to see the persons whose generate the noises. Yasu, like Yamato, also heard the disembodied sound and changed the direction of his sight towards where the sounds' origin.
What appears on their dull-eyes, causes their eyes to be as wide as the moon - with Yasu's thin lips in its previous state while one of Yamato's eyebrow raises - and the gravelly voice to come out of Yamato's throat.
"Wait…I know who you are..."



'Ultra Analysis'
Yamato Natsuiro:
Power: ?
Speed: ?
Technique: ?
Intelligence: ?
Cooperativeness: ?
Laziness: S+ *6/6*
Ultimate Move: ?
Yasu Yukimura:
Power: ?
Speed: ?
Technique: ?
Intelligence: ?
Cooperativeness: ?
Friendliness: A- *5/6*
Ultimate move: ?