7 Summoning The Exams

Oftentimes, I ask myself questions like, 'How should I go about repaying this most heinous act?'

Currently, I'm laying flat on the ground with my face in the sand after being thrown a couple dozen meters by Mirio.

I also wonder, 'Does this guy even have One for All yet? Has he been using it on me?'

If one thing's for sure, it's that Mirio is ridiculously overpowered; regardless of whether or not he has One for All.

More than five months have passed and at best, I can fight with him to a stand still for about a minute before his bullshit Permeation Quirk beats me out. Sometimes, my ego will flare up and think stupid things like, 'Well that's just cause you're not using your full power. You're not trying to kill the man.' But I know better than to believe that fantasy; most of the time, anyways.

It's just frustrating having to fight against someone who can literally phase through anything and everything. That's like a god-tier defensive power, albeit only in the context of a one versus one or one versus many fight.

When he's by himself, Mirio is almost completely unstoppable. Yet, here I am testing the definition of insanity by challenge Mr. Evasion like an idiot.

"Predict this, motherfucker!" I couldn't help but curse as I teleported right in front of Mirio and shouted, "Thunder!"

Of course, my attack passed right through his chest before Mirio snatched my outstretched finger with his right hand and…

Crunch!

He fucking broke it! God, I hate his smug fucking face whenever it's time to fight him like this.

I ignored the sharp pain originating from my broken finger and feigned like I was going to chant another spell. The second I felt hand no longer restrain mine, I teleported away.

"Medic, Cure, Ravager," I recited with practised ease. It had only been like the thousandth time I'd been in similar situations when fighting against Mirio.

Alas, the only way I could think of to beat him was to rely on the teleportation ability exclusive to my Ravager Paradigm. My only shot at hitting him would be by surprise or it would all boil down to whether or not I could move and react faster than he could turn intangible.

Yeah, it was the Minato stratagem, but it was viable nonetheless.

Alas, my body and power were simply too weak to stand any real chance at actually competing. Then again, that was why we were training, right?

Suddenly, the periphery of my sight started dimming at an alarming rating as I felt my heart rate spike.

'Do you wish to call upon my power?'

Though no words were said, something conveyed the message in my head.

"Eh, why not?" I shrugged before control left my body.

Now I could only sit back and watch as my body started moving on its own. My right hand covered the Ravager Brand on my left thigh and somehow picked out a blue crystal therefrom. With one fluid motion, my hand gripped into a fist, effectively shattering the crystal and immediately, the environment responded with the fury of nature.

The sky darkened as cumulonimbus clouds that crackled with potent lightning formed for as far as I could see. Then, from a distance a towering titan in the form of a robed wizened old man hovered into view from over the ocean.

'Holy fucking shit, that's—'

BOOM!

By the time I recognized what the hell was happening, the godly old man summoned a staff from the lightning in the clouds and shot it with unerring accuracy at Mirio. In the literal blink of an eye, the staff descended upon Mirio and struck with enough heat and force to crater and cook the sand into molten glass.

You know, on second thought, maybe it was a good thing Mirio's Quirk allowed him to become intangible; he probably wouldn't have survived that otherwise. And I do mean probably, seeing as Ramuh's Judgement Bolt did a fraction of a fraction of the damage you'd think it was capable of; the crater that was leftover from the aftermath was only about half a meter deep and less than a meter in diameter.

"Izuku, do you have any idea what the hell that was?!" Mirio asked in a panic before he started to calm; the thunderous clouds were already dissipating.

"That, my precious training dummy, is a reminder of the consequences of bullying me."

"This is serious," Mirio glared at me.

"Ok, ok… It was a summon. And don't pretend like I knew it was going to try to kill you! You know I'd have unleashed Ramuh on you earlier if it were possible."

"Ramuh?"

"Hmm… How do I explain this… Ok, imagine it's like the God of Thunder. Apparently, I can summon it's avatar, or anima, or whatever you want to call it, under certain conditions."

"What conditions?"

"I don't know, but seeing as you've been beating more for over half an hour, that's probably one of the conditions."

Later, after I returned home, I would learn that my Ravager Brand had evolved to Stage 6; the highest of all my Brands, and probably one of the conditions that had to be met to request assistance from a summon.

…

It was January and the day of the Recommendation Entrance Exams was upon us. By that I mean, Momo and I.

"You're also taking U.A's Entrance Exam today?!" Momo asked as she pulled me into her limousine.

"Did I forget to tell you? Oh well," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh well?! Oh well yourself!" Momo huffed, "Do you know how much harder it will be for the rest of us, seeing as you're taking one of the spots?!"

"Aww, you already think I'm going to get in? How sweet of you," I teased.

"Was that an attempt at humor? Because I am dead serious right now," as if to prove her point, a fire lit within her eyes. "Before you came along I was already having doubts about my Quirk and then you started sword fighting with my instructors. It took you, what? Five? Six weeks to reach Junior Master Class? I've spent my whole life being training and I'm not even close to being a Junior Master!"

"So? Big whoop, being able to swing a sword around. Can't you just create a bomb with your Quirk?"

"You can teleport!"

"And you can make yourself a scooter."

"You can heal!"

"And you can make as many first aid and surgical supplies as there are calories to consume!"

"But I can't get shot a half million times and live to tell about it."

"And I can't threaten the world economy by virtue of living."

"Ah, look honey, they're having another one of their lover's quarrels," Mrs. Yaoyorozu said to her husband, who proceeded to try and kill me with his glare.

It didn't work, else I would have died upon meeting him.

"Oh, would you look at that, we're at U.A. already," I said, dragging Momo for once, out of the limousine.

"Was that necessary? I don't think my dad could even do anything to hurt you," Momo chuckled.

"He could devastate me emotionally if he forbade me from seeing you, my dear young miss," I said, if only to turn the table on her. Though, given her reaction, she took the statement as fact.

"Come on, we're going to be late," and once again, I was dragged around as if I weighed nothing by Momo.

Somehow, she knew where to take us without asking for directions, and before the next ten minutes passed we found ourselves sitting next to each other in the school's auditorium. We passed the time with idle chatter until eventually, the lights dimmed and and a spot light focused on the Voice Hero: Present Mic's form as he walked to the center of the auditorium stage.

"Can I get a HEEEEEYYYYY from my listeners?!"

Isn't this how he started his speech in the original can—

"HEEEEEYYYYY!" A single voice said, cutting me from completing my thought.

I wasn't mine, though, it was faintly familiar.

"Thanks for the support, listener! But moving on to the point of this presentation, let's go over what you, my recommended listeners, will be going through today."

"First," the projection running behind Present Mic changed to show the silhouette of stacked books, "you all will be taking the academic exam for us here at U.A. to see how book-smart you are. I hope you listeners prepared by studying all the topics you've been taught up to middle school level, seeing as the test will have everything from English and Japanese to Math and Science, along with ethical questions and even a section for Hero Law Free Response."

"Following the three hour long academic exams, you'll be given a lunch break where you can hit up Lunch Rush for a free complimentary meal," Present Mic said as the projection switched once more show what looked like the silhouette of two men sitting before each other.

"Then, you'll be interviewed by one of the teachers here, before you head off to..." The projection changed again to show the silhouette of a race, "the practical exam! This year, you listeners will be tested on speed and mobility in one of our obstacle courses!"

I saw someone raised their hand on the lower seats of the auditorium towards the right side and not a moment too soon, Present Mic pointed at the person in question with finger guns as he asked, "Examinee 711, what's up?"

"Won't the practical exam be biased? I mean, how are people like me with my Clairvoyance Quirk supposed to compete?"

"A fair concern, I understand. But worry not, my listeners. You all have been split into groups for this very reason, for we at U.A. understand the complexity that goes into testing the potential of all Quirks! Only Quirks of the same type will be competing with each other in the same group, and each group will have its own obstacle course to appropriately test all of you."

"Shit… I guess you had a right to be worried earlier," I said to Momo.

"Huh? Why is that?" She flinched as she asked me and disregarded my casual swearing.

"Obviously, you're going to be competing against the very best."

I probably didn't help her embarrassment by shooting her a thumbs up and a smile, seeing as she playfully kicked my shin and turned away. But, it was worth it.