Chapter 69

I was standing in the training field, exchanging glares with Class 1A. We had already changed our attires to gym wear, and all that was left was to test them.

'Okay. Let's steal this. Momo's quirk for myself,' I thought to myself as I had my hands in my pocket. 'Bakugo's quirk could be good for lower realms. Half ice, half cold… he's good. Izuku aims for nothing. The pink cutie has a nice quirk. Frog girl, no offense, your quirk is only good for deep throating.'

Aizawa was on the side, holding a timer in his hand. He said, "You have 10 minutes to take him down. Okay, start."

I stared at the 20 students. Mineta was standing behind everyone, as if he had given up already.

I thought that it might be a good chance, not only to get their DNA samples, but to find out who the spy was.

With the photographic memory the Sharingan gave me and the recorded scene at the cafeteria when everyone freaked out, I'd be able to see who was the spy, or at least have a good suspect.

To do that, I needed to make Class 1A students freak out, and then I'd compare their expressions to the memory of the day UA barrier had been breached.

It was the smartest thing to do.

The first one to come at me was Bakugo, snarling and hissing. He cracked his wrists as he ran toward me, seeming ready to prove his worth.

"I've seen your performance at the sports festivals. You aim for nothing!"

'Like my cultivator ancestors say,' I stared at him approaching me. He aimed his hand at me, releasing a large explosion capable of destroying a house easily; it seemed that he went with max effort from the start.

A cloud of smoke rose.

A gust of wind dissipated the dust cloud, revealing me standing without a scratch. The only thing that had taken damage was my hygiene by being exposed to dust.

"You dare," I said, slapping him across the face, sending him flying toward his class, who jumped out of the way, except for a green-haired boy who held him from falling. He too was pushed along by the force of the flying body of Bakugo.

The most important part to note was that with that slap, I had taken a few hair strands from him.

Also, if you ask me why I didn't act gently with him, my answer would be because he had been rude to me. I believed that Bakugo had that kind of attitude because he'd always gotten away with it.

With stunned expressions on most faces, everyone stared at me, seeming to have realized what happened. I had just taken down one of their strongest boys with a single slap.

A blue laser beam flew at me with speed like none other. I quickly activated my aura, reflecting it. The one who had shot me was an average-height boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and the features of a native Frenchman.

He had a nervous smile across his face, a drip of sweat coming down his face.

'Okay, he's the primary suspect,' I thought. 'A rich-looking French guy. At that time, he wasn't nervous at all, and he seemed to be playing along with the alarm bell.'

'Just to make sure. Let's see his real face when he freaks out.'

Pointing my finger at him, I made it glow white.

The French guy's lips pursed into a tight frown, his eyes opened widely, and his body was shaking.

Definitely not the same reaction he had during the villain attack and the alarm bell.

'I'll scan him with the Sharingan once I have time.'

I smirked and shook my finger, pretending to be making a bad joke.

A few light steps, barely audible, of what I assumed to be an invisible woman, came from behind.

"No need to wet your pants. I was joking," I teased, wrapping my arm around the invisible figure's shoulder as I turned to my side around.

The skin was smooth, soft, giving me a strange feeling. My fingers played with the long hair, and then I realized that I was cupping a C-sized breast. Definitely smaller than Nejire's. Huh? What was I doing? Hold on. She wasn't wearing clothes.

I quickly retrieved my hand, pulling a hair from it.

"You can see me!?" came a feminine yelp. She seemed dazed and dazzled at the same time.

"No, my senses are strong," I said, "so, sit on the side. You're not good for direct combat."

"Okay," she replied, walking away. I could sense that she got shy. She hadn't even pointed out the fact that she had been naked.

I then turned to the remaining members of Class 1A, saying, "Who wants to give me a try?"

They looked at each other.

The first one to dash at me was a large-breasted pink-haired, pink-skinned woman. Her figure, albeit alien-like, had its charms.

She waved her hand at me, releasing some sort of ice. I dodged, appearing behind her, and pulling a strand of her hair. She held her head in pain as she fell on her butt when I kicked slightly to her knee.

She then heaved a sigh, muttering. "Thought I'd get slapped."

"Shall we get serious now?" I mused, looking at the rest. "I'm not going to wait for you to attack me forever."

With that being said, I vanished and reappeared many times in front of them, taking a few hair strands, before appearing next to Aizawa, ignoring the dazing glances that darted left and right looking for me.

"I think that I don't need to prove anything more to them," I said. "But it's good for them to learn a lesson in humility, especially that blondie."

"That's my intention all along. Thank you for not hurting anyone seriously," Aizawa said, inhaling deeply.

"You're welcome," I replied, quickly putting the hair strands in my system. I then put my hand on Aizawa's shoulder, taking a hair strand that was there.

Overhaul's quirk had been on my mind to get since it would give me the ability to one-shot any guy by touch.

However, Aizawa's quirk would allow me to disable anyone's quirk, which would make them almost as normal human beings.

Even All Might would stand no chance against me if I had Eraser Head's quirk on me.

I could always use one of the 10 requests I own from Orochimaru.

He could recreate an Eraser Head quirk for me.

"Wait! It's not over," said a deep voice.

When I turned my head, I saw that half-ice, half-fire kid looking at me with a challenging glare.

From his foot, a huge chunk of ice appeared, its height rivalling a small building.

I knew that this wasn't the max of his ability, as he, in the future, would be able to stop someone flying away at the height of a skyscraper.

"Endeavor's son," I addressed him. "I believe that it has been over since I got your hair."

"That doesn't count," he replied dismissively, "and I'm Shoto."

He seemed not to like the way I addressed him as Endeavor's son.

Right. He hated his old man at this point in time.

"What do you want, kiddo?" I asked gently.

"Fight me with all your might. Use even that fire of yours," said Shoto, his eyes full of determination to put my fire to the test.

Weaving a series of hand signs so quickly that no one was able to see them, I inhaled deeply.

I was planning on giving him an attack that he could handle. I then exhaled a huge fireball of 3x3x3 cubic meters in his direction. Shoto scowled at it, and he pressed with his foot.

A thick ice wall of 5 meters height and a few meters depth appeared, taking the fire Jutsu and exploding against it. A thick steam rose from the wall.

Using that as a chance, I snuck up on him and appeared behind him, giving his neck a quick chop that put him to sleep.

I then reappeared next to Aizawa, ignoring what was happening in the background.

"Anyway. As I was saying, you're welcome, but there's a place that I have to be in," I said.

"A place, you mean your class," he said sternly.

I was planning to go to another city as soon as the lesson was over since there's a hero license test. But I didn't have to answer as a giant figure appeared between us. All Might, with all his bulging muscle, smiled at me.

"Ready to go, Young Kenshiro!" he shouted.

"Go where?" I asked confusingly. "It's the beginning of the day."

"You can skip class. We're going now," All Might smiled. "To get your license!"