Chapter 9

Shivena was a little confused when Aizawa threw a softball at her, but she caught it nonetheless. "How far were you able to pitch a softball in middle school?" Aizawa asked.

Before Shivena could answer, Uraraka interrupted. "What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?"

"If you're going to be heroes, you don't have time for such leisurely events," Aizawa announced firmly.

"U.A. 's selling point is how unrestricted its school's traditions are," he continued.

"Shit! He's finna go on a long tangent, isn't he? Also, I feel like I've been cursing too much," Shivena thought, tuning out Aizawa's words.

"That said, Shivena, what was your farthest throw using a softball in middle school," Aisawa's question snapped Shivena back to the present.

"Around 30 meters," replied Shivena. In her mind, she reflected, "In the memories I saw, because my body was so malnourished, I couldn't throw it very far. But it's still impressive that even with my malnourished body, I could throw it at all."

"Also wasn't that without the usage of our quirks?" thought Shivena.

"In middle school, you all took a test to test yourselves, and in the interest of 'fairness,' you all were not allowed to utilize your quirks," Aizawa began, his eyes scanning every student. "But the world isn't fair, and if it were, we wouldn't have villains running amok, nor would we require heroes," he added, his words causing the students to stand up straighter, their attention fully on him. Except Shivena.

He continued staring at Shivena. "During the entrance exam, you placed first, even surpassing All Might's score when he took the exam," Aizawa said, his statement eliciting gasps and murmurs of disbelief among the students. "Let's see what you got, kid." 

Shivena raised an eyebrow and walked up to the pitch ignoring the commotion behind her.

She stretched her muscles, preparing to throw the ball. "Shivena, you should try your best," Aizawa said as she was stretching. Shivena glanced back and shrugged her shoulders. "If you say so," she replied nonchalantly.

She activated [Enhanced Body], feeling the immense power coursing through her muscles. With a fluid motion, she released the ball from her grip, her muscles coiling and uncoiling like a spring. As the softball shot through the air, a sudden shift in the air pressure rippled outward like a shockwave, causing everyone's hair and clothing to flutter.

The ball soared toward the sky with astonishing speed, leaving everyone on the field wide-eyed at the sheer power Shivena had displayed. The fact that she was the top ranker in the school suddenly seemed even more significant.

"Know your own maximum first." 

'That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero." 

"1,200 meters,"

1,200 meters? Seriously?

"This looks fun!"

"We can use our quirks as much as we want! As expected from the hero course!"

"It looks fun, does it," huh? Aizawa said in a cold tone, causing everyone to quiet down. "The person with the lowest score in today's Quirk Apprehension Test will be expelled…"

"Oh myself, this guy, and his tangents," Shivena thought, tuning out as the instructor went off on another lengthy explanation. 

After the lengthy explanation the test started.

Her attention was on her classmates. "Woah, what a quirk these two have." she mused, observing Ida and Tsuyu. "One with an engine in his legs and the other…a frog," Shivena tilted her head in curiosity. "It is obvious that the dude with the glasses is going to win the 100-meter run, but her quirk isn't made for a race."

Next was Uraraka against Oijiro. Before the race, Uraraka used her quirk to reduce her weight. "Gravity-type quirk, huh," Shivena noted. "And the other guy just has a tail for a quirk." 

Her thoughts were interrupted by another spectacle. "Did he just shoot a laser from his belly button," Shivena struggled to hold in her laughter at the sight of Aoyama's unique quirk. She kept her composure until her name was called.

Hahahaha…she chuckled to herself a little walking to the starting line.

Soon, Shivena and a girl with an earphone jack for earlobes stood at the starting line. The girl glanced nervously at Shivena, her cheeks slightly flushed.  "I-I want to t-thank you for saving me at the entrance exam. Oh, and my name is Kyoka Jiro. Nice to meet you," she stammered.

Shivena, hearing the girl speak, paused for a moment, confused. "What are you talking about? Ohhh," she exclaimed as the memory clicked into place. Shivena didn't have a bad memory at all; in fact, her memory was excellent, but she had a tendency to subconsciously forget people.

"You're welcome…, I guess, but let's focus on the race for now," Shivena replied, her tone shifting back to the present task.

Both Jiro and Shivena responded instantly to Aizawa's signal, rushing out. Jiro just sprinted forward at a moderately fast pace. But Shivena, faster than anyone could track, blurred her speed beyond what most could track. Her speed left everyone, including Aizawa and Ida, astonished.

"She hasn't used her quirk in any test," Aizawa remarked, his eyes wide with surprise. "So all of that was pure physical strength and speed."

The students exchanged glances, and murmurs of disbelief. "Ida, did you see that?" Ejiro said, eyes wide with shock.

"Yeah, it looks like you have some competition for the fastest in the class," Mina commented.

Shivena secured first place in all of the tests. To her, this test was almost a joke; with just her natural strength and [Enhanced body] skill, it was simply too easy.

But during the test, she noticed some interesting quirks. One student had a quirk that allowed her to create anything as long as she had enough fat. "What was her name again?" Shivena thought, glancing at a holographic projector displaying the test results.

"Oh yeah, Momo Yaoyarozu, right?" she whispered to herself. "Her quirk is interesting. She might just have a spark of creation inside her." 

Shivena turned her attention to Momo, observing her closely. The concept of a spark of creation is something used to create a box that holds a reality or multiverse. Such sparks weren't particularly rare among certain beings because they can create them, but for a mortal to possess a spark of one is unusual. 

"Is she a host or an heir," Shivena wondered, staring intensely at Momo. "You know what, let's help her out. It will be fun to see what she becomes."

As Momo was staring at the results, she felt a gaze settle on her, making all her hair stand on end. "It's like a predator is staring at me," she muttered, looking around. Her eyes eventually met Shivena's. 

As Momo met Shivena's piercing white eyes, an overwhelming wave of fear crashed into her, leaving her trembling and drenched in a cold sweat. Her heart pounded erratically in her chest, and she found it hard to tear her gaze away from Shivena's intense stare.

"What is this feeling," Momo thought, her mind struggling to make sense of it. It felt as if Shivena's gaze had reached into her very existence, exposing her insecurities, and every doubt. "W-Why is…," Momo's thought process stopped and her breathing hitched, her vision blurred, and she found herself focused solely on Shivena's white eyes, feeling utterly insignificant, like a mere speck in the vastness of existence. 

What Shivena was doing was exerting just one percent of her will onto Momo. She wasn't doing this out of malice; rather, if Momo were an heir or host to a spark of creation, such pressure would be common. If Momo couldn't withstand it, she would always be broken, teetering on the brink of oblivion. 

Shivena was a little disappointed as she observed Momo's reaction. But then again, she reminded herself that she was still only a child.

"Am I going to die?" The thought echoed in her mind. Her legs felt weak, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. Everyone around her was confused. "What's going on with her," asked Tsuyu, her voice tinged with concern.

"Teacher, something is going on with Momo," commented Mina, her tone equally concerned.

"If this is all you have, then that spark you have will be taken," Momo heard these words reverberate through her mind. "Get stronger, little girl, or the people you love will die, and your life will become a living hell. 

Finishing her words, Shivena withdrew her willpower, the intense aura she had projected dissipating like mist in the morning sun. Once the oppressive force was lifted, Momo's body gave way to the exhaustion that built. With a thud, she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.