chapter 5: Quirk Apprehension Test

Aizawa, the no-nonsense instructor of Class 1-A at UA High School, was known for his strict demeanor and unwavering commitment to molding future heroes. He rarely minced words, and when he had a directive, the students knew it was time to take action.

One brisk morning, as the sun illuminated the grounds of UA High, Aizawa approached the classroom where Class 1-A had gathered, his capture weapon, the capture scarf, casually slung over his shoulder. The students, accustomed to his no-frills approach, sat attentively, awaiting his instructions.

With his usual air of authority, Aizawa addressed the class. "Listen up, everyone. Today, we're going to the grounds for practical training. I expect you all to be in your PE uniforms and ready to demonstrate your abilities."

His words were clear and concise, leaving no room for questions or excuses. The students knew the drill, but that didn't make the anticipation any less palpable. They understood that this training was a crucial part of their hero education, an opportunity to hone their skills and face challenges head-on.

As Aizawa turned to leave, he glanced back, his sharp eyes surveying the room. "Remember, I don't have time for excuses or laziness. Your potential won't flourish if you're not willing to put in the effort. Be ready to give it your all."

With that, he left the room, leaving a sense of purpose hanging in the air. The students exchanged glances, a mix of determination and mild trepidation evident on their faces. They knew that Aizawa's expectations were high, but they also recognized that his guidance was invaluable in their journey to becoming heroes.

Quickly, the students changed into their PE uniforms, the emblem of UA High School emblazoned on their attire, a visual reminder of the institution they were a part of. As they made their way to the training grounds, a sense of camaraderie filled the air, a shared understanding that they were in this together, united by a common goal—developing their abilities to become the best heroes they could be.

The training grounds, a space where countless heroes had honed their skills, awaited them. The prospect of practical training, of facing challenges that would test their strengths and expose their weaknesses, was both exhilarating and daunting.

But as they stood in their PE uniforms, side by side with their classmates, they knew that they were ready to tackle whatever Aizawa had planned. They were the students of Class 1-A, a group of young individuals with potential waiting to be unlocked, and today's training would be another step on their path toward becoming the heroes they aspired to be.

"A QUICK APPREHENSION TEST!?"-CLASS 1A

"What about the ceremony and the guidance counselor meeting!?", Ochaco voiced her concerns .

"If you want to be heroes, we don't have time for frilly niceties" ,said Aizawa

Then he further began explaining, " You all understand UA's reputation for freedom . Well that freedom goes for us Senseis, too."

"Softball pitch, standing long jump , 50 meter dash , endurance running , Grip strength test , sustained sideways jumps , upper body exercises , seated toe-touch"

" These are all activities you know from middle school, naturally physical tests where you were barred from using you quirks."

"Bakugou , how far could you pitch a soft ball in middle school?"

Bakugou answers"67 meters."

" Try using your Quirk this time as long as you don't exit the circle anything is fine.'

Bakugou swings his hand not holding back screaming,"DIIIIEE!!"

The ball is blasted and a gust of wind is released when the dust settles down , Aizawa sensei says," Before anything else,one must know what they're capable of . "

BEEP BEEP

Holding a small device he says,"This is a rational metric that will form the basis of your Hero foundation.'

The device showed -705.2m

"705.2 meters? UNREAL!"

"Awesome!! That looks so fun!!"

"We can really use our quirks . Now that's the department of heroics for you!"

With Midoriya, 'Uh oh this is bad .... 8 trials , all so sudden ..'

While a dark aura Aizawa sensei,"It looks ...fun you say?"

" So you think that you're gonna spend three years here having a good old time? what happened to becoming heroes?"

"Alright then in that case I'm adding a new rule the student who ranks last will be expelled!"

While everyone especially Midoriya is screaming internally elsewhere a thin blonde skeleton like person is seen looking at a file , containing Aizawa's picture and and details but one stood out the most nick named ,"ERASERHEAD" , Total number of expulsions:154!!!

The quirk apprehension test was a pivotal moment for Class 1-A, a chance to showcase their abilities under the watchful eye of their instructor, Aizawa.

However, there was one exception in the room—Akira. His distinct attire, including the orange spiral mask, had already drawn attention. But when Aizawa's gaze fell upon him, he singled Akira out, his intent clear. "You," Aizawa pointed at Akira, "don't participate."

The response was unexpected, and a hushed silence fell over the group. Akira, known for his sense of humor, couldn't resist a playful remark. In a silly Tobi-like voice, he quipped, "Why is it because I'm orange?" The students internally sighed, chuckling at the lighthearted banter.

But Aizawa wasn't amused by the jest. He looked at Akira sternly, his expression conveying the seriousness of the moment. "This isn't a joke, Akira," Aizawa said firmly. "I need you to take this seriously. No half-assed efforts."

"Hahahahaha, Tobi is Tobi but...."

Akira, for a brief moment, laughed off the caution, feeling a surge of confidence. Then, in a deeper, more serious voice, he declared, "I'll show you a glimpse of my true power." He thought he sounded cool and badass, ready to unveil a hidden talent.

However, his declaration didn't elicit the reaction he expected. Aizawa simply moved on, seemingly unimpressed by the bravado. The other students, too, were left puzzled, wondering who this enigmatic character was. They exchanged glances, unsure what to make of Akira's claims.

In that moment, Akira stood at the crossroads of intrigue and skepticism. He wanted to make an impression, to show his unique abilities, but it seemed Aizawa had a specific plan in mind. The students' curiosity lingered as they awaited the commencement of the test, wondering if they would eventually learn the truth behind the mysterious student with the orange spiral mask.

Amidst the flurry of action, Akira found himself observing from the sidelines, unable to participate as Aizawa had directed. The desire to prove himself, to demonstrate the abilities hinted at by his attire, bubbled within him. He couldn't help but wonder if there would come a moment when he could truly unveil the power he believed he possessed, a power that set him apart from the rest of Class 1-A.

Yet, as the day progressed and the test continued, the enigma of Akira deepened. His brief interaction with Aizawa, the peculiar remarks, and the sense of mystery surrounding him left the other students intrigued. Even though Aizawa had instructed him not to participate, Akira's presence lingered, leaving a lingering curiosity among his classmates.

Midoriya was contemplating thinking that he was still at all or nothing mode!

"Our freedom means we dispense with students as we please!"

"Welcome to the.... department of heroics!!!" stated Aizawa sensei as he combed his long hair revealing his red coloured eyes.

Akira was star struck and smiling wilding underneath his mask , ' Now what should I do , well I'm not participating but if he tells me to I might just top his test . '