The fortress fell into silence after Izuku's departure, the echo of the great doors still reverberating faintly through the crystalline halls. David finally broke it, muttering under his breath as his gaze lingered on the spot where Izuku had stood moments ago."I hope… he comes back for us."
Everyone slowly turned back toward the massive central computer, its glowing screens displaying the chaos unfolding in Hosu. Heroes were scattered, fighting desperately to contain the three rampaging Nomu. The footage shook with every explosion and crash.
Melissa's voice trembled as she asked, "What are those things?"
Nezu, his tone grave, folded his paws behind his back. "We're not entirely certain. The villains call them Nomu. Abominations, really—creatures made to kill heroes. Izuku faced one in the past…"
Melissa paled, her hands tightening into fists. Lois glanced at the screen, trying to hide the unease in her eyes as the monstrous beings tore through Hosu's streets.
Meanwhile, high above the Earth, Izuku had already left the fortress far behind. He soared into orbit, the blue planet beneath him spinning in quiet serenity. He took a sharp breath, tightened his fists, and shot forward—accelerating faster than ever. The stars blurred, and then, as he angled down toward Japan, he pierced the upper atmosphere.
A deafening boom cracked the air, rippling across the sky in a ring of vapor. But Izuku was too high, too fast, for anyone on the ground to hear.
At that very moment, a train rattled along the tracks outside Hosu. Gran Torino was escorting Mirio Togata toward a nearby city, the younger hero-in-training asking rapid-fire questions about patrol strategies.
The questions ended abruptly when the train car shuddered violently. The window exploded inward as a hero's limp body was hurled through it, smashing into the seats before skidding to a stop. A pale-skinned Nomu landed heavily on the tracks ahead, its roar drowning out the terrified screams of passengers.
Gran Torino's eyes narrowed. "Stay back, kid!" With a sudden whoosh, he blasted forward, his boot connecting with the Nomu's chest and sending it careening off the tracks—far away from the train of civilians.
"Keep everyone calm, Mirio!" Gran Torino barked without looking back.
Mirio swallowed hard, nodding. He moved quickly, positioning himself between the panicked passengers and the shattered side of the train, determined to protect them from whatever came next.
Over Hosu, Izuku arrived. He hovered above the city, cape rippling in the wind, his eyes scanning every street, every rooftop. He could hear the struggle below—the pained shouts of heroes, the monstrous howls of the Nomu. Then came a new sound, sharp and desperate:
"No… please… not like this!"
Iida's voice.
Izuku's eyes widened, and he zeroed in instantly. His hearing locked onto the trembling tone, and his vision cut through walls, peeling layers of concrete and steel away until the scene unfolded before him.
Stain stood with his jagged blade raised high, poised to strike the fallen ida. Native lay helpless nearby, bleeding, unable to move.
Izuku's breath hitched, his heart hammering. He shot downward, faster than the wind could keep up.
Stain froze. The hairs on his neck prickled at the sound—the roar of something tearing the very air apart. He leapt back just as a blur of blue and red streaked past him, the ground cracking from the force of Izuku's sudden stop.
When the dust cleared, Iida and Native both stared in shock. Standing tall in his gleaming hero costume, eyes blazing with determination, was Izuku.
izuku takes in the scene and asks what's going on
stain tells him that he is here to kill false heros and that the child behind him is here to try and kill me because i crippled his brother
izuku looked back at ida and asked if that true but when he took his eyes off of stain he rushed towards izuku sword ready to cut him but when the sword hit izuku it shattered and izuku pick stain up by his collar of his shirt
izuku then asked ida again if what stain said was true
and ida closed his eyes and said yes
"I know you're angry. I know what he did to your brother feels unforgivable. And you're right — it is unforgivable. But this isn't justice. This is revenge. And once you take the easy path, the path where you act on your anger instead of your principles, it becomes easier every time after that. One day you'll look back and realize you've lost the person you wanted to protect in yourself."
He steps closer, eyes softening but voice still resolute.
"You don't have to forgive him. You don't even have to show him mercy in your heart. But you do have to stop. Capture him. Bring him in. Make sure he faces real justice. Don't let him drag you down to his level."
Izuku reaches out his hand.
"You're better than this. Please—choose the harder road. Not because it's easy, but because it's right."
ida tried to move, his fingers twitching uselessly. "I'd take your hand," he muttered bitterly, "but… I can't move."
Izuku turned his gaze back to Stain, still holding him aloft by the collar. His voice was calm but carried an edge of authority that left no room for argument."Deactivate your quirk," he ordered.
Stain only grinned, thrashing against Izuku's unbreakable grip like a wild animal caught in a trap. "You… you think you can command me?" he snarled, his muscles straining as he tried to twist free. Seeing he couldn't escape, his hand darted toward one of his hidden knives.
Izuku's eyes narrowed. Before Stain could even touch the blade, Izuku flicked his forehead with a single finger.CRACK!
The sound echoed through the alley. Stain's head snapped back, and his body went limp, collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut. Izuku caught him easily before he could fall and exhaled quietly, scanning the area for something to restrain him with.
His gaze settled on a bent length of rebar protruding from the cracked wall. He tore it free effortlessly and began twisting it around Stain's body, molding it like clay. Within seconds, the Hero Killer was bound tightly from shoulders to ankles, unable to move even if he woke up.
Once that was done, Izuku lowered himself beside Iida and Native. The adrenaline was fading, replaced by the weight of what had almost happened.Native winced as he sat up, blood matting his uniform. "You… should call the police," he said through shallow breaths. "Tell them the Hero Killer's been captured."
Izuku nodded, pulling out his phone and called 110 . "This is Izuku an intern ," he said clearly. "the Hero Killer has been subdued . I also have one injured pro hero and an injured intern. We need medical assistance as well."
It didn't take long. Within minutes, the wail of sirens grew louder, red and blue lights flashing through the smoke-filled alleyway.
The first to arrive were the police, followed by several heroes—and then, inevitably, the press. Cameras flashed, microphones were shoved forward, and questions flew before anyone could even catch their breath.
Endeavor pushed his way through the chaos, flames flickering faintly from his beard as he glared down at the scene. "What's going on here?" he demanded, voice booming.
Native struggled to his feet, leaning on the wall for support. "We took him down," he said, motioning weakly toward the unconscious Stain. "With the help of these two."
Before Izuku could say anything, Stain's eyes fluttered open. Even bound and beaten, his voice carried through the crowd, harsh and defiant."Lies!" he roared, his glare burning with manic intensity. "That one—" he pointed a trembling finger at Izuku "—that boy… he's the one who stopped me. The only one here worthy of the title hero!"
A murmur ran through the crowd. Reporters turned, cameras zooming in on Izuku's face, their questions overlapping into a storm of noise.
Izuku didn't answer them. He calmly lifted the restrained Stain with one hand—holding him like a suitcase—and carried him toward the waiting police car. Without a word, he opened the door and placed him inside, shutting it gently behind him.
When he turned back, a reporter shoved a microphone forward."Why did you let that hero take credit for your work? Isn't that dishonest?"
Native, still shaky but firm, stepped forward before Izuku could speak. "Because he's not a licensed hero," he said simply. "If anyone finds out he fought a villain like Stain, he'd be punished for using his power without authorization. So we decided I'd take the credit. It's better this way."
The press fell silent for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. Izuku just stood there, cape fluttering in the wind, eyes downcast but resolute. He didn't need recognition. He didn't want fame. All that mattered was saving lives—and keeping others from losing themselves to vengeance.
Behind him, the police car drove off, taking the bound Hero Killer away. Stain's muffled voice could still be heard inside, muttering to himself about "true heroes" and "the coming storm."
Izuku glanced at ida, who sat quietly beside Native, guilt and reflection heavy on his face. "You did good today," Izuku said softly. "You didn't fall as far as you could have."
Then, before the reporters could press further, Izuku took a step back, looked up at the night sky—and with a thunderous BOOM, he vanished into the clouds.
The wind he left behind rippled through the alley, scattering dust and loose papers in his wake.
Izuku's landing sent a small wave of wind rolling through the ice field, the snow swirling around him before settling. The cold air bit sharply at his skin, but he hardly noticed — his mind was still on Hosu. He'd seen the chaos, the blood, the fear… and the faces of the heroes who had been pushed to their limits.
As he walked toward the towering crystalline fortress, the massive doors opened automatically, glowing faintly with blue light. Inside, Nezu stood beside All Might — still in his smaller form — both waiting with expressions that mixed concern and quiet pride.
Nezu was the first to speak, his voice calm but serious."Welcome back, young Midoriya. I assume from the reports that the situation in Hosu has been resolved?"
Izuku nodded, his cape fluttering slightly as the door closed behind him. "Yeah… I captured the Hero Killer. Stain. He's in police custody now. No one saw the fight — they only saw me handing him over. Native covered for me."
All Might exhaled slowly, relief evident in his eyes. "Good. That was wise of him. The last thing we need is for the H.P.S.C. to find another reason to get involved after your… public feats lately."
Nezu tilted his head, clasping his paws behind his back. "Indeed. The moment your presence was confirmed in Hosu, the media erupted — your name is trending again. Reports of a red and blue streak appearing above the city, followed by the Hero Killer's capture."
Izuku frowned slightly, his gaze lowering. "So much for staying low-key."
All Might chuckled softly, resting a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "That ship may have sailed, my boy. You've shown the world something beyond what anyone's ever seen before. But what matters most is how you use that strength — and you chose the right path tonight."
Nezu's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "And what of young Ida?"
"He's safe," Izuku replied firmly. "Shaken, but safe. I think he understands now what it really means to be a hero — and how close he came to losing himself."
Nezu gave a small nod of approval. "Then it seems you not only saved a life, but perhaps a heart as well."
Izuku gave a small smile at that, though it faded quickly as he looked toward the vast crystalline hall. "What about the others? Are they still here?"
All Might straightened slightly. "They're still inside with your father's hologram. They watched the broadcast too… they were worried when you left."
Izuku nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Then I should tell them what happened."
As Izuku, All Might, and Nezu made their way through the luminous crystal halls of the fortress, the echo of their steps mingled with the faint hum of Kryptonian machinery. The temperature inside was warm despite the glacial exterior, the air softly glowing with energy from the crystal spires that lined the walls.
Up ahead, voices drifted down the corridor — curious, eager, and distinctly human.
"…so you're saying Krypton's destruction was inevitable?" Lois asked, her tone half incredulous, half sympathetic. She stood before the holographic projection of Jor-El, who hovered above a crystalline console, regal and calm as ever. Jimmy stood nearby, fumbling with his camera but unsure if he should even be filming.
Jor-El's voice echoed with quiet dignity. "Our planet's core had become unstable. We tried to warn the Council, but they refused to listen. By the time I took action, it was too late. My wife and I… chose to send our son to a world where he could thrive. A world that would need him."
Melissa's eyes lit up with fascination as the wind whipped through her hair. "So… you can really go anywhere? Even space?" she asked, leaning forward with that familiar spark of scientific curiosity.
Izuku smiled slightly beneath the reflection of the sun off the car's windshield. "Yeah. I've flown beyond the atmosphere a few times already," he replied, his tone casual but calm. "But I try not to stay up there too long — I don't want people to panic if they see something strange flying in orbit."
David, sitting in the passenger seat, chuckled softly. "I'd imagine governments would have a heart attack if they picked you up on their satellites," he said. "You really are something else, young man."
Izuku just shrugged modestly. "I'm just doing what I can to help."
Melissa looked thoughtful for a moment, watching the ocean blur beneath them as they neared I-Island's airspace. "You said your hearing covers all of Japan… does that mean you can hear us from I-Island too?"
Izuku nodded. "If I focus hard enough, yes. But I usually tune most of it out. I don't like invading anyone's privacy unless it's an emergency."
"I had to learn fast," Izuku said quietly. "When my powers first started developing, I couldn't sleep. Every whisper, every heartbeat, every siren — I heard everything. It was… overwhelming."
Melissa's expression softened. "But you mastered it."
"Yeah," Izuku said with a faint smile. "It took a lot of training and… patience. But now I can handle it."
The hum of the engines filled the silence as the car descended toward the shining spires of I-Island. The landing pad glowed softly in the afternoon light, and a few engineers waved as they came in for a smooth landing.
Melissa was the first to step out, eyes wide with pride and excitement. "Welcome back to I-Island, Izuku!"
Izuku smiled, lifting the car gently onto its supports. "Good to be back. Now," he said, turning toward the awaiting lab crew with a hint of curiosity, "you said we were doing some limit testing?"
David nodded, his expression equal parts excitement and nerves. "Yes. We've prepared reinforced chambers and high-capacity scanners to track your energy output and physical limits. This will help us understand just what you're capable of — and maybe how you can control it even better."
David chuckled as he led Izuku into the reinforced testing chamber — a massive circular room lined with alloy walls thicker than tank armor. The floor gleamed with energy-absorption panels, and cameras and sensors hung from every angle, tracking everything that happened inside.
Rows of equipment lined one side: heavy-duty weights, reinforced bars, and squat racks built from materials that would crumble most machinery under their own density.
Izuku walked toward the center, taking it all in. "So this is where you want me to start?" he asked, tilting his head curiously. "I hope these weights are heavier than normal — otherwise, I might break something by accident."
Before David could respond, one of his coworkers — a tall man with a thick beard and a lab coat tied around his waist — walked in, carrying a clipboard. He smirked when he heard Izuku's comment.
"Oh, don't worry about that, kid," the man said with a confident grin. "My quirk lets me multiply the gravity of any object I touch. You'll get a proper challenge."
Izuku's brows lifted slightly. "Multiply gravity? That's pretty interesting."
The man nodded proudly. "Yeah. Theoretically, I could add infinite weight to an object — though I'd rather not find out what happens to the room if I do."
Izuku smiled faintly, clearly intrigued. "How heavy have you managed so far?"
The man scratched his beard. "My record's five hundred million tons. But if I tried to push beyond that, I'd probably collapse the floor — even with the reinforced stabilizers David put in."
David laughed nervously from the observation window. "We'd prefer not to test the limits of the flooring today."
Melissa stood beside him, her eyes wide as she adjusted the control console. "Five hundred million tons? That's more than an aircraft carrier fleet combined!"
Izuku cracked his neck lightly and grinned. "Sounds like a good warm-up, then."
The scientist blinked. "Wait—warm-up?"
Before anyone could respond, Izuku stepped forward, rolling his shoulders. The air around him seemed to hum faintly — his movements generating a subtle pressure that made the instruments flicker.
David's eyebrows shot up. "...Melissa, start recording. I think we're about to see something extraordinary."
Melissa nodded quickly, fingers flying over the console. "Recording now."
Izuku turned toward the weight rack and placed his hand on the largest barbell — a specialized one reinforced with dense alloy plates. "Alright," he said calmly, glancing toward the bearded scientist. "Multiply it."
The man nodded, touching the barbell. His eyes glowed faintly as gravity surged. The weights groaned under the sudden pressure, the floor creaking slightly as the number on the monitor jumped higher and higher.
"Ten million tons… twenty… fifty… one hundred million tons," Melissa called out, eyes wide. "It's holding—barely."
Izuku flexed his hands, took a breath, and then — effortlessly — lifted the barbell as if it were nothing more than a broomstick.
Everyone in the control room froze.
The bearded scientist's jaw dropped. "No way…"
Izuku looked down at the barbell, tilting his head slightly. "Feels… light." He looked back at the observation window. "How much weight is that now?"
Melissa's voice cracked slightly. "One hundred million tons—and he's not even straining!"
David's pen slipped from his fingers. "Dear god…"
Izuku placed the barbell back down gently and smiled faintly. "Want to go heavier?"
Once they finished recording Izuku's strength and speed tests — both results so off the charts that the sensors had started overheating — David decided to move on to the next part of the experiment.
Melissa was practically bouncing in place as she checked over her datapad. "Okay, next is ocular capability! We'll test everything his eyes can do — vision range, perception speed, scanning resolution, and beam output."
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. "Right… I don't usually use all of them at once, but I'll try to keep it steady."
David gave him a reassuring nod from behind the observation window. "Just take it step by step, son. Let's start simple."
The lights dimmed slightly as a holographic landscape flickered to life in the chamber — a massive projection of Japan, down to city-level detail.
Melissa's voice came through the intercom: "We've placed microscopic identification markers in ten random locations on the projection. See how many you can find."
Izuku squinted for a second, then frowned. "Um… you mean the ones that are glowing faintly near Tokyo Tower, the mountain ridge north of Sendai, and… one hidden under the digital shadow near Kyoto?"
Melissa blinked in disbelief. "You can see those? We coded them to only appear at a sub-pixel resolution."
Izuku shrugged lightly. "Your projector gives off a faint wavelength of light that you can't notice unless you're filtering for it."
David muttered, scribbling notes. "He's not even using telescopic vision yet…"
They switched to a different setup — several sealed steel crates stacked in front of him.
"Okay," Melissa said, her voice a mix of excitement and awe. "We've placed a series of puzzles, micro-text, and hidden components inside those crates. See what you can describe."
Izuku's eyes glowed faintly blue for a moment as he looked through the first one. "You've got a triple-locked mechanism inside. Combination 8-12-4. There's a microchip in the back panel — faulty solder on pin 32. The last box contains a handwritten note that says… 'If you can read this, you're terrifying.'"
Laughter filled the control room.
Melissa groaned, "Okay, yeah — that one was mine."
David shook his head, still amazed. "He's reading through seven layers of reinforced steel like it's glass…"
"Alright," David said cautiously. "Final eye test. Heat output. We'll start with a low-energy discharge — aim for the tungsten target."
Izuku nodded. His eyes began to glow faintly — and a thin, bright beam shot forward, melting the tungsten instantly. The surrounding temperature spiked by hundreds of degrees in seconds.
Melissa's alarms blared. "Dad! The heat sensors—"
"Cut the field dampeners to fifty percent!" David shouted back.
Izuku immediately blinked, cutting the beams off. "Sorry. I wasn't trying to push it."
David stared at the smoldering wall where the target used to be — molten metal dripping down. "...How much energy output was that?"
Melissa looked at the data screen. "Enough to power Musutafu for a week."
David exhaled slowly. "Right. So that's… definitely more than we expected."
Once the chamber cooled, they escorted Izuku to the lab's analytical testing room. Holographic displays, logic grids, and problem simulations filled the air.
Melissa handed him a small headset. "Okay, this part's to test your cognitive speed. Just solve the problems as they appear. Each one gets harder."
Izuku smiled. "Alright."
The first few puzzles flickered past — advanced calculus, multi-layered equations, complex moral dilemmas, engineering schematics — and Izuku solved each one almost instantly. Within minutes, the AI running the test slowed down.
David frowned. "Melissa… is it glitching?"
"No," she whispered, staring at the readout. "He's solving each problem before the system finishes loading it."
They tried language translation next. Izuku not only translated entire alien dialects they'd synthesized from random phonetic patterns — he improved them.
Then came tactical analysis — holographic war simulations, hero crisis events, and disaster response management. Izuku coordinated virtual rescue teams with precision so flawless it looked choreographed.
By the end of it, the AI interface simply froze, a message flashing on-screen: "Computation Limit Exceeded."
Melissa leaned back in her chair, wide-eyed. "He… beat the system."
David smiled, half-proud, half-horrified. "Melissa, I think we just confirmed something."
She blinked. "That he's smart?"
David shook his head. "No. That his brain doesn't think the same way ours does anymore. He's processing at a level beyond biological speed."
Izuku sat quietly while they discussed, almost sheepish. "Uh… was that good or bad?"
Melissa turned to him, still speechless. "Izuku… that was beyond extraordinary."
David chuckled softly, rubbing his temple. "At this point, I'm not sure whether we're measuring your abilities or redefining the limits of physics."
By the time the last test wrapped up, the sun was already setting over I-Island. The golden light streamed through the lab's windows, casting long shadows across the metallic floor. Izuku stood near the open hangar doors, looking out toward the glowing horizon.
Melissa handed him a datapad, still processing everything. "That's… that's all the tests for today. We've gathered more data than we expected to get in a month."
Izuku smiled faintly. "Guess that means I should let you rest too."
David laughed softly. "You've done enough for today, son. Go home, get some rest. We'll need time just to analyze everything you showed us."
Izuku nodded. "Alright. I'll check in tomorrow."
He stepped outside, feeling the warm air brush against his face. Then, with a small gust of wind and a soft sonic crack, he lifted off the ground. Melissa and David watched as he rose into the twilight sky, a faint blur of blue and red light streaking eastward until he vanished beyond the clouds.
Inside the facility, the mood shifted as the scientists filed out, leaving only David, Nezu, and Toshinori in the control room. The air was filled with a low hum from the computers still processing terabytes of data collected throughout the day.
Nezu sat on a stool near one of the monitors, tail flicking thoughtfully. "I must say, even I didn't expect results like these. His physical capacity alone rivals most of the top-tier heroes combined."
David leaned on the console, exhausted but exhilarated. "Rival? Nezu, his raw output dwarfs every recorded metric we have on file. Strength, speed, perception, processing power—Izuku isn't operating on the same scale anymore. He's… something else."
Toshinori stood near the glass, his reflection dim under the control room's blue light. "Something else," he repeated quietly. His face was unreadable. "He's still Izuku, though. Still that same boy who wanted to save everyone. That hasn't changed."
Nezu gave a small smile. "And that, Toshinori, is perhaps the most important result of all."
David exhaled deeply and crossed his arms. "If we're being honest, I'm not even sure what to do with this information. He's beyond Quirk biology — even beyond what I'd call human biology. His brain is processing in ways that make supercomputers look slow, and his cells are self-sustaining. There's no measurable limit to his power growth."
"Which means," Nezu added, "we'll have to ensure his moral compass remains as strong as his abilities. The balance between power and purpose has always been delicate."
Toshinori nodded slowly, his gaze still out the window where Izuku had disappeared hours before. "He's handling it well. But… power that great can be a lonely thing."
David looked at him, concern flickering in his tired eyes. "You think he's struggling with it?"
"All Might smiled faintly, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "He's strong enough to lift the world if he wanted to. But even the strongest people sometimes need someone to remind them they don't have to carry it alone."
The week after Izuku's testing passed in a blur of quiet skies and calm days.
While the scientists of I-Island pored over the mountains of data they'd collected—readings on his strength, speed, flight capabilities, and sensory powers—Izuku spent his time simply being himself. No more wires or scanners, no more cameras tracking his every move.
He flew loops around I-Island's airspace, raced passing jets for fun, and sometimes drifted over Japan at sunset, watching the city lights come alive below him. When he wasn't in the air, he visited a few of his classmates who were finishing up their internships.
He met Momo at her family's estate, where she proudly showed him the new equipment she'd designed during her internship. Mina dragged him into a dance battle at a hero music event in Tokyo, and Mineta—unsurprisingly—spent the entire time asking if I-Island had "any cute scientists."
Izuku just laughed it off. After everything that had happened, it was good to feel normal again.
When internship week finally ended and classes resumed, U.A. buzzed with life. The classroom was loud, full of chatter and laughter, every student eager to share what they'd learned.
But as soon as Izuku walked through the door, all conversation stopped.
In an instant, everyone crowded around him.
"Midoriya, are you really all healed up?""You're the guy who stopped that meteorite, right?!""Did you really go to I-Island? What was that like?"
Izuku smiled awkwardly and raised his hands to calm them down. "Yeah, I'm fine. Totally healed. And… no, I didn't do a standard internship."
Mina tilted her head. "So what did you do then?"
"I went to I-Island," Izuku explained. "The scientists there ran a bunch of tests to figure out my limits. It was… intense, but kind of amazing."
The class murmured in awe, half of them imagining futuristic labs and gleaming machines.
Izuku's eyes then found Ida, sitting near the middle row. The tall boy looked calmer, more composed than he had before the Hosu incident. "How are you doing, Ida?" Izuku asked softly.
Ida stood and bowed slightly. "I'm doing much better, thanks to you. I spoke to my brother. He said he was disappointed in my actions… but grateful that I had friends who helped me find my way back."
He straightened, his expression full of gratitude. "So, once again—thank you, Midoriya."
Izuku smiled. "Anytime."
The moment of calm was broken by the sound of the door sliding open.
"Move it, extras!"
Bakugo strode in, but instead of his usual spiky mane, his blond hair was… neatly combed to the side.
The entire class froze—then erupted in laughter.
"Holy crap, man!" Kirishima gasped between laughs. "What happened to your hair?!"
Bakugo's eye twitched. "Shut it! It—It just stays like this now! I can't get it back to normal!"
Sero leaned against his desk, smirking. "Yeah, okay, whatever you say, pretty boy."
Bakugo's head snapped toward him, his face instantly red. "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"
He yelled so loud that his hair exploded back into its usual wild, spiky form.
The class broke into another round of laughter while Ida tried to restore order. "Enough of this! Everyone, to your seats! Class is about to begin!"
A short while later, Class 1-A was gathered in Field Gamma, the sprawling industrial training ground.
All Might stood before them in his casual form, smiling as he addressed the group. "Welcome back, young heroes! I trust your internships were productive?"
A few cheers and nods followed.
"Excellent!" All Might continued. "Today, we'll be testing what you've learned! This will be both a race and a rescue exercise."
The class buzzed with excitement.
"You will all start from the outskirts of Field Gamma," All Might said, gesturing to the vast maze of factories behind him. "I'll send out a distress signal, and whoever finds and rescues me first—wins!"
He raised a finger. "Oh, and please—try not to destroy too much of the property this time!"
Ida, ever the stickler for rules, raised his hand. "Sensei, if this is a rescue exercise, wouldn't the USJ be more appropriate?"
All Might smiled. "An excellent question, young Ida! The USJ is designed for large-scale disasters. This, however, is about navigation and adaptability. Field Gamma's labyrinthine structure will test how quickly you can assess your environment and make tactical decisions!"
He then looked over the class and added, "You'll be divided into groups of five! The only person who will run solo is… Young Midoriya!"
No one was surprised. A few students chuckled knowingly.
"Yeah, that's fair," Kaminari said. "If he joined any group, it'd be over before we blinked."
"Right?" Mina laughed. "He'd just fly over everything! Not really fair to the rest of us."
All Might cleared his throat with a grin. "Indeed. Young Midoriya's challenge will be… adjusted accordingly."
He looked down at his clipboard. "First group—Ida, Ojiro, Sero, and Ashido!"
The four stepped forward, stretching and preparing as the rest of the class stayed on the observation platform.
A few students whispered among themselves, glancing at Ida.
"Should he really be doing this so soon?" Jirou murmured."Yeah," Tokoyami added quietly. "He's still recovering from Hosu…"