My name is Jun'ichirō Yamamoto, everyone calls me Jun or Yamamoto. I've been in this world for the past ten years, that's right I got reincarnated in this strange world where there are superpowered individuals who are known as Pro Heroes and Villains. This superpower is manifested in 80% of humans in the world.
To cultivate future Pro Heroes there's even a school to teach them about this stuff.
I am also a quirk bearer in this world, and my quirk is a transformation type quirk. But the thing is I know pretty well what this transformation is, it's an alien from a cartoon series I watched dearly. That's right, my quirk can turn me into an alien from the Ben 10 cartoon, specifically, I can turn into the Upgrade alien.
It's cool actually, if I wish to turn partially too, I don't have to turn fully into an Upgrade to use all the powers, partial transformation can exert the same powers when I'm fully turned into the Upgrade form.
Now, I have parents in this world, and they work in the hero agency of the No. 1 Hero All Might, that guy is like this worlds Superman. From what I've seen he can't fly, can't shoot heat rays from his eye's etc.. but, he do have super strength, super speed, super endurance and many of the basic things Superman have.Anyway, about my parents, my dad's name is Tatsuya Yamamoto and mom's name is Miyuki Yamamoto. Both of them have quirks, dad's quirk is minor electric manipulation and mum's quirk is minor light manipulation. Well, the doctor did say that I've the combined quirk if both of them, hence the Upgrade transformation. As for the transformation part, it's from my grandfather as he had a transformation quirk that can turn into a slime man.
Then there's my reincarnation part, honestly I don't remember how I got here, but I do remember the previous life. There I was an average college student and read comics like Marvel and DC, played game's and most importantly watched cartoons and ate as much as I could. In that life I was an orphan, so my current parents are a blessing to me. Even though I was an orphan I did some part time job to get a steady income so that I could study. And I don't know how I died either, it must be because of the reincarnation stuff.
Anyway, right now I'm on my way to attend the entrance exam to one of the prestigious hero schools in Japan, U.A High School. All I know is that this school has hosted All Might, Endeavor, Best Jeanist and many other top Pro Heroes as their students. Other than that, what happens in the U.A is pretty much barbaric in my opinion, as every year they pit the students against each other on live TV. I don't know how much of an idiot the guy running the school is, but it just shows the Villains that who will be the strong one in the coming generation.
After considering all of this I've thought about not going to this school, but my mum had already registered me for the entrance exam so I just thought 'Why not? I just don't have to be in the spotlight until I graduate from this school. So, like that I'm here now, to attend the entrance exam of U.A High School.
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Author :: Themasterblaster
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Right now I'm at the entrance of the UA exam center, mom and dad dropped me here and wished me luck, "Well here goes nothing."
On the way to the orientation hall I saw a blonde haired kid pushing aside a green haired kid, and a girl coming in to save him right when he was about to fall to the ground face first. 'Lucky' I thought, shaking my head, I went inside the Hall for the orientation.
After five minutes the lights were dimmed and Present Mic started the presentation on the exam. While that was going on I looked at my battle center and found out I'm in center D. Suddenly Present Mic stopped talking, so I looked up to see what's happening and saw that some kid standing there and asking about the fourth picture that was given in the paper, 'Robots are my forte, so no worry there.'
Right after that, the kid started to berate the green haired boy for mumbling something and the blonde boy was right next to the green head. After Present Mic made clear of that glasses kids doubts he told us to get ready for the written exam.
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There was a written exam before the battle test and it was easy for me. After that they led us to the specified battle center, since I'm in D I found the bus that would leave for there so I got in and sat down. A couple of seconds later a girl with earphone plug for earlobes and boy with purple ball on his head with a small stature entered the bus, with the boy salivating seeing the girl's ass.
Disturbed by that or something else she sat next to me in a grumpy mood. So to ease her up I introduced myself to her "Hi, I'm Jun'ichirō Yamamoto, you can call me Yamamoto or Jun."
Thinking that I'm also a pervert like that purple balled kid she spoke to me with a strained smile "Hi. I'm Jiro."
Not minding her attitude, because it's understandable, I made some small talk with her until we reached the battle center. During the small talk she warmed up after some time and told me that the boy with balls was creeping her out, so I just said not to give him any attention and think about the upcoming battle. As we reached the battle center D we got out of the bus and just stood there for some second.
"Start." Before anyone could understand what it was I started to run into the exam site as fast as I could, on the way I wished luck to Jiro. After I ran past some of the examinees and took the lead, they started to run into the center too.
Not minding them I went straight to the center so that I could start scoring points from there and go to the outer area. Looking around using my electrokinesis, I found one three pointer. So I went directly towards it and fired a laser blast from my hands destroying it. I looked at the destroyed robot and found a machine gun in its hands, so I extended my hand and absorbed it into me to understand its design and working. As soon as I understood that, I left the machine gun behind and went towards the tallest building in the area.
Within a few seconds, I found the tallest building, so I climbed it by extending my arms and legs to reach the top. As soon as I got on top of it, I transformed my arm into a machine gun with a scope and all.
'Ah.... COD memories are coming back, ha... nostalgia.'
Looking through the scope, I locked on to one target at a time and fired my laser. It easily penetrated the robots and in a way saved some students who were going to be attacked from behind 'Rule No. 1 in COD, don't kill steal. That's my Mantra.'
With my speed in firing lasers and the accuracy of the shots I made, I was able to get more points for destroying the robots.
While doing that I've saved Jiro two times with my laser shots. After almost reaching the time limit of ten minutes, a rumbling sound was heard and a gigantic robot, the zero pointer appeared.
'If I destroy that thing, I'm sure that I'll be in the spotlight. But that's only the staff, I just hope that they don't have any traitors among them.'
Thinking that I just shot the zero poster on its head completely destroying its head 'Fragile material I think.'
Suddenly a siren was heard, and someone announced that the entrance exam was finished.
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At the command center of the battle center we can see the teachers of UA watching the video's where Midoriya has destroyed the zero pointer with one punch. As they were watching this Snipe, who had been observing other monitor's said "Hey, what happened to that one?"
Hearing that everyone else looked at the zero pointer that was not working, to be precise,it didn't have any head on it now. Aizawa, who's been silent all this time, said, "Rewind it, we can see what happened." And they rewinded that specific video.
A couple of seconds back they saw a green laser hitting the head of the zero pointer and destroying it with ease. Seeing this Snipe said "Whoever did that is an excellent marksman."
"Are you sure?" Midnight asked Snipe for confirmation.
"Yes, I'm cent-percent sure that the one who shot, might have a quirk that's similar to mine."
Hearing this Nezu smiled mischievously and asked Snipe "If you're that sure, how about a bet?"
"What bet?"
"Let's just say that you'll play a game of chess with me if you're wrong, and if you're right you will get the upgrade you have been asking the support division for free."
"Deal" Snipe agreed instantly.
"You said it." Saying that he traced the laser back to its origin pont and found the examiner responsible for it. Zooming in on his picture Nezu spoke "Quirk : Upgrade, nothing related to your quirk Snipe. And don't forget, you owe me a game."
Snipe just sighed in defeat as he lost his chance to get a free upgrade.
Sure! Here's the continuation of your story:
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### Chapter 2: The Aftermath
The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the U.A. campus as the entrance exam came to an end. Students began trickling out of the battle centers, some elated and others completely exhausted. Jun'ichirō "Yamamoto" Yamamoto, however, was not among the weary. He had already made his way back to the examination hall, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he replayed the day's events in his mind.
He hadn't expected much from the exam, but the fact that he had made such an impact, even in the background, gave him an odd sense of satisfaction. The lasers, the precision shots, the strategic destruction of the zero-pointer, it had all worked out better than he could have hoped for. But there was one thing that bothered him—he had avoided the spotlight.
"At least, for now," he muttered to himself as he entered the hall.
The atmosphere inside was tense, with students milling about, still reeling from the chaotic test. Some were talking in hushed voices, while others stared at the floor, deep in thought. Jun took a seat in the back of the hall, trying his best to blend into the crowd.
It wasn't long before the teachers filed in, one by one, with Present Mic leading the group. The loud, boisterous man didn't seem to have the same energy he did earlier, now that the exam had wrapped up. His bright smile was replaced with a more serious expression as he cleared his throat.
"Alright, listen up, everyone! The exam is over, but your real test is just beginning! You all did well today, but we've got a lot to go through before we make our decisions. We'll be calling you in individually to give you your results."
The room fell silent, and students began exchanging nervous glances. Some had performed well, others not so much. Jun didn't feel the need to worry. His quirk had given him an edge in the exam, and his analytical mind had always been a strength. It wasn't arrogance, just a fact.
He leaned back in his chair, his mind drifting back to the moment when he'd destroyed the zero-pointer. That moment had been crucial. The giant robot was an overwhelming obstacle, one that would have wiped out a number of students if it wasn't dealt with quickly. He wasn't trying to steal the spotlight, but saving those students? It felt good. Even better, he hadn't let himself get carried away by the chaos.
"I'm proud of you, son," his father's voice echoed in his mind, and for a moment, he smiled.
His thoughts were interrupted by Present Mic calling his name. Jun stood up, his feet moving before his mind could process what was happening. He made his way to the front, where the teachers were gathered, eyes glinting with curiosity.
Present Mic gestured for him to take a seat at the table. "Jun'ichirō Yamamoto, huh? You've got some impressive numbers to your name. But we need to talk about your performance."
Jun sat down, maintaining his composure. "What's the problem?"
"We need to know how you handled the zero-pointer," said Aizawa, the stoic teacher with the disheveled appearance, his sharp eyes boring into him. "You disabled it with a single shot from a distance. Your quirk—what exactly is it?"
Jun paused for a moment, his mind working quickly. He couldn't reveal everything about his quirk. That would be too risky, especially with the possibility of someone discovering the alien nature of his powers. Instead, he settled for something that sounded plausible, even if it wasn't entirely true.
"I have a transformation quirk," he explained calmly. "It allows me to enhance my physical abilities and adapt to various situations, including changing my body to fit certain functions. The laser, for example, is a result of my adaptation to certain weapons or machinery." He glanced around the table to see if anyone seemed suspicious of his explanation. No one seemed to blink, so he continued. "I'm still learning to fully control it, but it's a work in progress."
Aizawa didn't seem convinced but didn't press the issue further. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of his face as he observed Jun. "Your quirk doesn't match anything we've seen before. You're certainly unique, and that's a good thing, but you'll need to hone those abilities if you want to make it as a pro hero."
"That's the plan," Jun replied with a slight nod.
Just as Aizawa was about to say something else, Nezu, the small, mischievous principal, chimed in. "We've been keeping an eye on your performance, Jun'ichirō, and I must say, you are quite the strategist. Your precision with the laser and your quick thinking with the zero-pointer did not go unnoticed."
Jun kept his face neutral. "Thank you."
Nezu smiled, showing his sharp teeth. "It seems you're destined for something more than just ordinary hero work. But that doesn't mean you should take it easy. Hero work requires more than just strength. It requires intellect, adaptability, and an unwavering spirit."
"You're right," Jun said, his voice calm but determined. "I won't let my abilities go to waste."
Snipe, the sharpshooting teacher, spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've got to hand it to you, kid. Those shots were impressive. I'd say you've got the skills of someone who's been training for years. What's your background?"
Jun was momentarily caught off guard by the question. He hadn't prepared for an inquiry about his past, but he quickly recovered. "I've always had a strong interest in tactics and precision. I used to play games where accuracy was key, so I guess it just came naturally to me."
Present Mic chuckled. "Games, huh? That's an interesting way of putting it. But hey, whatever works, right?"
Jun didn't comment. Instead, he focused on the room, looking at the teachers, trying to gauge their thoughts. They were all very sharp, and the scrutiny was starting to make him feel a bit uneasy.
Eventually, Nezu stood up, his small figure still commanding attention. "We've seen enough for now. You've all performed admirably, but don't get too comfortable. The real challenge starts when you step foot in this school. We'll be announcing the results shortly."
Jun stood up to leave, but Aizawa's voice stopped him. "One last thing, Jun'ichirō. You'll need to keep your powers under control. We can't have you drawing too much attention to yourself."
Jun nodded, though internally, he smirked. Keeping his powers under control? He'd learned to master them years ago.
As he left the room, the weight of what had just happened began to sink in. He hadn't made the splash he was expecting, but that was a good thing. Being in the spotlight too soon could be dangerous. He had to play his cards carefully, at least for now.
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Meanwhile, back in the control room, the teachers of U.A. continued to discuss the various students' performances. Nezu sat back in his chair, a smile still playing on his lips as he turned to Snipe.
"Looks like you lost the bet, Snipe," Nezu said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Snipe groaned. "I swear, you tricked me into that bet on purpose."
"Of course, I did. But you'll be fine. A game of chess is hardly a punishment."
Snipe rolled his eyes, but he knew Nezu was right. A game of chess with the principal wasn't the worst thing that could happen.
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As the day wore on, the results began to pour in, and Jun waited, a sense of anticipation building in his chest. The results would come, and they would come fast. But for now, he had a moment to himself, a chance to reflect on what he had just accomplished.
He had made it through the exam without any major incidents, and now it was time to see what U.A. had in store for him.
As he sat in his room that night, staring out the window at the stars, he thought about the future. U.A. was just the beginning. There was so much more he could do, and he was determined to be the best version of himself.
Tomorrow would be a new day. And Jun was ready for whatever it brought.
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**End of Chapter 2**
### Chapter 3: The Beginning of the Journey
The sun had barely risen, casting its first warm rays through the curtains of Jun'ichirō Yamamoto's small dorm room at U.A. High School. It had only been a day since the entrance exam, and Jun already had a mixture of excitement and apprehension brewing inside him. He knew he had done well, but now came the real test: actually becoming a student at U.A. and proving he had what it took to survive the harsh training ahead.
Jun lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a few moments. The events of the previous day still replayed in his mind: the exam, the way he had handled the zero-pointer, his conversation with the teachers—particularly Principal Nezu's cryptic remarks. *"You're destined for something more than ordinary hero work."* The words echoed in his mind like an omen, a suggestion that something big was waiting for him at U.A.
He wasn't sure what it meant yet, but Jun had learned long ago to trust his instincts. His previous life had been full of unanswered questions and mysteries—perhaps this new world would answer a few of those lingering curiosities. Or maybe it would bring even more challenges.
"I guess I'll find out soon enough," Jun muttered to himself as he pulled himself out of bed. The room was small but comfortable, with a single bed, a desk, and a few bookshelves lined with various textbooks about quirks and hero training. There was a sense of organization to it, a structure he had grown accustomed to in his past life.
Looking at his reflection in the small mirror across the room, Jun quickly ran a hand through his dark hair. His eyes were sharp, always alert, with a hint of curiosity and determination hidden beneath his calm exterior. He wasn't the loud, flashy type like some of the others in the entrance exam. He had always preferred to observe first, understand his environment, and then act with precision. In a world where superpowers were the norm, subtlety could be just as deadly as strength.
Jun glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for the official results of the exam to be posted. He had been waiting for this moment ever since the exam had ended, and now, it was finally here.
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The hallway outside the dormitory buzzed with nervous energy as students gathered near the large notice board. Some were talking to one another, while others were pacing back and forth in anticipation. Jun stood at the back of the crowd, keeping to himself. The atmosphere reminded him of high school back in his previous life—the same nervous energy, the same desperate hope that came with trying to prove yourself. But this was no ordinary school. This was U.A. High, the birthplace of the next generation of Pro Heroes.
"Alright, alright! Calm down, everyone!" a voice shouted from the front of the crowd. Jun recognized it immediately—it was Present Mic, whose booming voice echoed down the hall. "The results are coming! But remember, don't get too cocky just yet. The real challenges are still ahead!"
The students hushed, their eyes darting to the board where the results would soon appear. Jun's heart beat a little faster now. His body might have been calm, but there was a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. He knew that he had done well in the exam—his transformation quirk and combat prowess had given him an edge. But what would they think of him? He wasn't the type to shout about his achievements. He wasn't the loud, attention-grabbing hero everyone expected. What would the teachers think of that?
As if to answer his question, the large screen on the notice board flickered to life, and the names of the students appeared, each followed by their scores.
"Here we go," Jun murmured under his breath.
The names quickly scrolled down the list. Some students were celebrating, others visibly deflated as they scanned the results. A few names stood out immediately—Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto—all familiar names from his research before entering the school. Jun had kept a close eye on the other students, especially the ones who had made a strong impression during the exam. He had been analyzing their quirks and strategies from the start. He had no doubt that those three were going to be serious competition.
Finally, Jun's name appeared. *Jun'ichirō Yamamoto – 92 points.*
The number was high. Very high. It wasn't the highest, but it was more than enough to secure him a place in the school. Jun allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as he scanned the list for the others. He wasn't looking for validation, but it was nice to see that his quiet approach had paid off.
"Hey, did you see this?" a voice called from behind him. Jun turned to see Jiro, the girl he had spoken to on the bus yesterday, pointing at the board. Her eyes were wide with excitement. "You did amazing! You're in!"
Jun glanced at her name. "Jiro Kyoka – 65 points." It was decent, but not enough to land her at the top of the list. Still, she was clearly pleased with her result.
"I guess we both made it," Jun said with a grin. "Congrats."
Jiro smiled, her expression softening. "Thanks, you too. I couldn't believe it when I saw your score. You must be some kind of genius or something."
"Hardly," Jun replied with a shrug. "Just some practice, that's all."
Jiro laughed, clearly impressed by his modesty. "You're way too humble. You must've really put in the work. I didn't expect to be anywhere near you in points."
"Well, you did great too," Jun said. "You have a solid quirk and a good head on your shoulders. You just need to fine-tune it."
Jiro looked a little bashful, but her grin grew wider. "Maybe. But you're the one who saved me from those robots. Twice! I'm still not sure how you took them out from so far away."
Jun didn't answer immediately. The way he had taken out the zero-pointer with his laser blast had been instinctual, almost effortless. But it wasn't just a matter of power—it was strategy, precision, and adaptation. His quirk, Upgrade, allowed him to tap into the technology around him and adapt his body for different functions. That was what had made him so effective in the exam.
"I just did what I had to do," Jun said, his tone casual. "I didn't want to risk the others getting hurt."
The conversation was interrupted as Present Mic clapped his hands, bringing the crowd to attention once again. "Alright, class! Now that the results are in, it's time for your orientation! Gather up, gather up!"
Jun followed the other students into the large hall, where a podium stood at the front, flanked by teachers. The room quieted as Nezu, the principal, stepped up to the podium with his usual mischievous smile.
"Well, well, well," Nezu began, his voice high-pitched but commanding. "You've all made it this far, but the real test is just beginning. U.A. High isn't for the faint of heart. You'll be tested, pushed, and challenged in ways you can't imagine. But if you survive, you'll have the chance to become a Pro Hero, the best of the best. Are you ready for that?"
The students exchanged nervous glances, but there was no hesitation in Jun's eyes. He had already made up his mind. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he was going to rise to the occasion.
"Remember," Nezu continued, "You've all been selected because you show promise, but promise alone isn't enough. You'll need more than just power. You'll need intelligence, discipline, and teamwork. At U.A., we'll teach you all that, but it's up to you to make the most of it."
The teachers behind Nezu stepped forward, each one introducing themselves. Snipe, the sharpshooter; Aizawa, the stern and silent teacher; and even Present Mic, who was clearly excited to get started. Each of them was a veteran in the field, and Jun could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on him.
"Alright!" Present Mic shouted, his energy infectious. "You're officially U.A. students now! But don't get too comfortable. The first day of training is tomorrow. Be prepared to give it everything you've got!"
As the teachers filed out of the room, the students were left to their own devices, and Jun couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation growing inside him. He had made it this far, but the real test was only just beginning.
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The next morning came faster than Jun expected. The sun had barely risen, and the students were already gathered in the gymnasium, facing their first true test as U.A. students. Jun stood at the back of the group, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, his eyes scanning the room. His mind was already working, analyzing the situation, anticipating what was to come.
Aizawa stood at the front of the group, his sharp gaze scanning each student.
"Today," he began, "You'll be tested not just on your individual abilities, but on your teamwork. You'll need to work together to achieve your goals. If you can't cooperate, you won't make it."
Jun's heart rate quickened as he realized what kind of test was about to begin. *This was no ordinary exam. This was the real deal.*
### Chapter 4: The Test of Teamwork
The gymnasium buzzed with the energy of first-year students, all eager and nervous for their first official training session at U.A. High. The high ceilings and polished floors reflected the bright lights overhead as Jun'ichirō Yamamoto stood with his classmates, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his uniform. The students around him murmured, discussing what they expected from the day's challenges. Some were clearly nervous, while others seemed to be putting on confident fronts.
Jun wasn't exactly nervous, but he couldn't deny the undercurrent of excitement that thrummed beneath his calm demeanor. After all, this was U.A. High School—the institution that had produced heroes like All Might, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist. But, deep down, Jun knew that if he wanted to survive here, he couldn't afford to coast on his natural talent. He needed to prove himself, to show that he could be more than just a student with an alien quirk.
Aizawa, the class's homeroom teacher, stood in front of them with his usual disinterested posture, his arms folded across his chest. His disheveled appearance and dark circles beneath his eyes only added to the no-nonsense aura he exuded. His quirk, Erasure, was legendary, and it was said that if he looked at you, your quirk was nullified—an ability that made him one of the most dangerous teachers at U.A.
"Listen up," Aizawa's voice cut through the chatter, bringing the room to a sudden hush. "Today is your first real test. No more games. No more showboating. If you want to survive U.A., you'll need to prove you can work together, use your quirks effectively, and think on your feet. There will be no excuses."
Jun's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed like Aizawa was going to make an example out of them right from the start.
Aizawa pulled out a small remote from his pocket and clicked a button. A large screen behind him flickered to life, showing a map of what appeared to be a battlefield. On the screen were various zones, obstacles, and what looked like several large robotic structures.
"This is the 'Rescue and Escape' exercise," Aizawa continued, his voice steady. "You will be divided into teams. Each team will have to navigate a mock city filled with obstacles and rescue a simulated civilian trapped in a building. However, you're not just going to be saving civilians. The situation will be chaotic. There will be simulated villains in your way. And there are no rules—only one objective: to work together and succeed."
A collective murmur rippled through the students. Jun could sense the rising tension. This wasn't just some obstacle course or simple test of strength. The exercise was designed to simulate the complexities of real-world hero work, where thinking on your feet and working with others could mean the difference between life and death.
"You'll each be assigned to a team," Aizawa said, tapping the remote again. "You will have twenty minutes to prepare. After that, we begin."
A holographic display appeared in the air, showing the names of the students along with their team assignments. Jun scanned the list.
**Team 1:**
* Bakugou Katsuki
* Midoriya Izuku
* Jiro Kyoka
* Jun'ichirō Yamamoto
Jun raised an eyebrow at the composition of his team. *Bakugou, Midoriya, and Jiro. This should be interesting.* He knew about Bakugou's explosive personality and Midoriya's remarkable quirk, but Jiro... she was a bit of an unknown. Still, Jun wasn't worried. He'd dealt with difficult personalities in his past life, and he was more than capable of handling this.
"Let's get moving," Bakugou growled, his usual scowl already in place. He wasn't exactly the type to make friends easily. His explosive quirk and hot-headed personality were well-known, but Jun wasn't about to be intimidated. After all, Bakugou might have raw power, but Jun had his own tricks up his sleeve.
The four of them were led to a section of the gymnasium where the rescue exercise had been set up. The mock city was an impressive sight—complete with towering buildings, narrow alleyways, and makeshift roads. The air was thick with the tension of the students as they looked over the terrain. The sound of footsteps echoed off the walls as Aizawa briefed them one last time.
"Your goal is to reach the civilian trapped in the building. You'll have to navigate through the city and avoid any obstacles, including the villains that will be sent your way. I'll be watching to ensure that no one gets seriously hurt. But remember, the objective is not just to win—it's to save as many lives as possible. You need to think about the bigger picture, not just your personal victories."
With that, Aizawa stepped back, his piercing gaze never leaving them. The students quickly began to disperse, getting into position and preparing themselves mentally for the test.
"Alright," Jun said, stepping forward and giving his team a glance. "Let's work together and do this efficiently. We don't need to fight for points or anything. We just need to save the civilian and get out of there."
Bakugou snorted. "Tch, you think this is gonna be easy?" His voice was filled with arrogance. "I don't need anyone's help. I'll get that civilian out myself."
Jun didn't flinch. He had already expected this kind of reaction from Bakugou. His explosive temper and need for personal glory were evident, but Jun wasn't about to let that derail their mission.
"Alright," Jun said calmly, "We need to move quickly and decisively. Midoriya, Jiro—do you have any ideas on how to approach this?"
Midoriya, ever the strategist, immediately started thinking aloud. "We could try to use the layout of the city to our advantage. I'm good at using my quirk for quick mobility, but if we can find a higher vantage point, we could figure out the best route to the civilian."
"I can provide support from above," Jun added. "I can use my quirk to transform parts of my body into various tools—like a sniper rifle, or I could create a shield if we run into trouble."
Jiro nodded thoughtfully. "I can help with sound amplification and stealth. I don't want to draw too much attention, but if we can figure out where the villains are, I can disorient them using my quirk."
Bakugou grunted. "Tch. Whatever. Just stay out of my way, nerds. I've got this."
Before anyone could respond to Bakugou's outburst, the exercise began. A loud siren blared, signaling the start of the operation. The mock city, once silent, now hummed with activity. The first obstacle appeared almost immediately—two simulated villains, armed with bladed weapons, charging toward them from the east side of the city.
Bakugou didn't waste a second. He immediately lunged forward, using his explosive quirk to launch himself toward the villains. His attacks were powerful and relentless, but Jun quickly realized that Bakugou was more interested in showing off than actually thinking through the strategy.
"Bakugou, wait!" Jun called, but it was too late. Bakugou was already mid-air, launching explosions at the villains. One of the villains managed to dodge the blast, but the other took the hit, crumpling to the ground.
Midoriya immediately moved into action, using his quirk to jump high into the air and survey the area. "There!" he yelled, pointing to a building on the far side of the city. "The civilian's trapped inside! But we'll need to go around the back to avoid getting caught in the crossfire!"
Jun nodded. "I'll cover you. Bakugou, hold off the rest of the villains!"
But Bakugou was already charging forward again, his temper flaring as he hurled explosion after explosion at the other villain. He wasn't listening to their plan, and that irritated Jun, but he knew they didn't have time to argue.
"Fine," Jun muttered. "I'll handle the support."
Without another word, Jun's body shifted into action. He reached out, extending his arm as his quirk activated. His fingers elongated and transformed into the sleek barrel of a machine gun. As he surveyed the area, he targeted the other villains coming their way, launching precise laser shots from his hand. Each shot hit its target with unerring accuracy, causing the simulated villains to fall one by one.
"Nice shot!" Jiro yelled, her voice filled with approval.
"Don't get distracted!" Jun snapped. "Midoriya, Jiro, move forward!"
The two of them rushed ahead, following the path Midoriya had scouted. Jun followed closely behind, ensuring no further threats approached. The building they were targeting was ahead now, and there were only a few more villains between them and their objective.
"Stay sharp!" Jun warned as the team approached the building's entrance. "We're almost there!"
Midoriya and Jiro nodded, ready for whatever was to come. But just as they reached the doorway, a larger group of villains appeared, cutting off their route.
Jun's eyes flashed with calculation. "I'll clear the path. Go ahead."
Bakugou was still engaged in his own fight with the earlier villains, but Jun wasn't concerned about him. He had his own job to do.
"Upgrade!" Jun muttered under his breath as his arm shifted, becoming a large bladed weapon. He dashed forward, cleaving through the nearest villain with a single swipe. The others hesitated for just a moment, unsure of the threat Jun posed.
In the ensuing chaos, the team moved forward, their mission clear. They had a civilian to rescue, and nothing would stand in their way.
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The exercise was far from over, but Jun felt a small sense of satisfaction welling up inside him. Today, they weren't just competing against each other—they were learning what it truly meant to be a team.
My name is Jun'ichirō Yamamoto, everyone calls me Jun or Yamamoto. I've been in this world for the past ten years, that's right I got reincarnated in this strange world where there are superpowered individuals who are known as Pro Heroes and Villains. This superpower is manifested in 80% of humans in the world.
To cultivate future Pro Heroes there's even a school to teach them about this stuff.
I am also a quirk bearer in this world, and my quirk is a transformation type quirk. But the thing is I know pretty well what this transformation is, it's an alien from a cartoon series I watched dearly. That's right, my quirk can turn me into an alien from the Ben 10 cartoon, specifically, I can turn into the Upgrade alien.
It's cool actually, if I wish to turn partially too, I don't have to turn fully into an Upgrade to use all the powers, partial transformation can exert the same powers when I'm fully turned into the Upgrade form.
Now, I have parents in this world, and they work in the hero agency of the No. 1 Hero All Might, that guy is like this worlds Superman. From what I've seen he can't fly, can't shoot heat rays from his eye's etc.. but, he do have super strength, super speed, super endurance and many of the basic things Superman have.Anyway, about my parents, my dad's name is Tatsuya Yamamoto and mom's name is Miyuki Yamamoto. Both of them have quirks, dad's quirk is minor electric manipulation and mum's quirk is minor light manipulation. Well, the doctor did say that I've the combined quirk if both of them, hence the Upgrade transformation. As for the transformation part, it's from my grandfather as he had a transformation quirk that can turn into a slime man.
Then there's my reincarnation part, honestly I don't remember how I got here, but I do remember the previous life. There I was an average college student and read comics like Marvel and DC, played game's and most importantly watched cartoons and ate as much as I could. In that life I was an orphan, so my current parents are a blessing to me. Even though I was an orphan I did some part time job to get a steady income so that I could study. And I don't know how I died either, it must be because of the reincarnation stuff.
Anyway, right now I'm on my way to attend the entrance exam to one of the prestigious hero schools in Japan, U.A High School. All I know is that this school has hosted All Might, Endeavor, Best Jeanist and many other top Pro Heroes as their students. Other than that, what happens in the U.A is pretty much barbaric in my opinion, as every year they pit the students against each other on live TV. I don't know how much of an idiot the guy running the school is, but it just shows the Villains that who will be the strong one in the coming generation.
After considering all of this I've thought about not going to this school, but my mum had already registered me for the entrance exam so I just thought 'Why not? I just don't have to be in the spotlight until I graduate from this school. So, like that I'm here now, to attend the entrance exam of U.A High School.
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:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Right now I'm at the entrance of the UA exam center, mom and dad dropped me here and wished me luck, "Well here goes nothing."
On the way to the orientation hall I saw a blonde haired kid pushing aside a green haired kid, and a girl coming in to save him right when he was about to fall to the ground face first. 'Lucky' I thought, shaking my head, I went inside the Hall for the orientation.
After five minutes the lights were dimmed and Present Mic started the presentation on the exam. While that was going on I looked at my battle center and found out I'm in center D. Suddenly Present Mic stopped talking, so I looked up to see what's happening and saw that some kid standing there and asking about the fourth picture that was given in the paper, 'Robots are my forte, so no worry there.'
Right after that, the kid started to berate the green haired boy for mumbling something and the blonde boy was right next to the green head. After Present Mic made clear of that glasses kids doubts he told us to get ready for the written exam.
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There was a written exam before the battle test and it was easy for me. After that they led us to the specified battle center, since I'm in D I found the bus that would leave for there so I got in and sat down. A couple of seconds later a girl with earphone plug for earlobes and boy with purple ball on his head with a small stature entered the bus, with the boy salivating seeing the girl's ass.
Disturbed by that or something else she sat next to me in a grumpy mood. So to ease her up I introduced myself to her "Hi, I'm Jun'ichirō Yamamoto, you can call me Yamamoto or Jun."
Thinking that I'm also a pervert like that purple balled kid she spoke to me with a strained smile "Hi. I'm Jiro."
Not minding her attitude, because it's understandable, I made some small talk with her until we reached the battle center. During the small talk she warmed up after some time and told me that the boy with balls was creeping her out, so I just said not to give him any attention and think about the upcoming battle. As we reached the battle center D we got out of the bus and just stood there for some second.
"Start." Before anyone could understand what it was I started to run into the exam site as fast as I could, on the way I wished luck to Jiro. After I ran past some of the examinees and took the lead, they started to run into the center too.
Not minding them I went straight to the center so that I could start scoring points from there and go to the outer area. Looking around using my electrokinesis, I found one three pointer. So I went directly towards it and fired a laser blast from my hands destroying it. I looked at the destroyed robot and found a machine gun in its hands, so I extended my hand and absorbed it into me to understand its design and working. As soon as I understood that, I left the machine gun behind and went towards the tallest building in the area.
Within a few seconds, I found the tallest building, so I climbed it by extending my arms and legs to reach the top. As soon as I got on top of it, I transformed my arm into a machine gun with a scope and all.
'Ah.... COD memories are coming back, ha... nostalgia.'
Looking through the scope, I locked on to one target at a time and fired my laser. It easily penetrated the robots and in a way saved some students who were going to be attacked from behind 'Rule No. 1 in COD, don't kill steal. That's my Mantra.'
With my speed in firing lasers and the accuracy of the shots I made, I was able to get more points for destroying the robots.
While doing that I've saved Jiro two times with my laser shots. After almost reaching the time limit of ten minutes, a rumbling sound was heard and a gigantic robot, the zero pointer appeared.
'If I destroy that thing, I'm sure that I'll be in the spotlight. But that's only the staff, I just hope that they don't have any traitors among them.'
Thinking that I just shot the zero poster on its head completely destroying its head 'Fragile material I think.'
Suddenly a siren was heard, and someone announced that the entrance exam was finished.
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At the command center of the battle center we can see the teachers of UA watching the video's where Midoriya has destroyed the zero pointer with one punch. As they were watching this Snipe, who had been observing other monitor's said "Hey, what happened to that one?"
Hearing that everyone else looked at the zero pointer that was not working, to be precise,it didn't have any head on it now. Aizawa, who's been silent all this time, said, "Rewind it, we can see what happened." And they rewinded that specific video.
A couple of seconds back they saw a green laser hitting the head of the zero pointer and destroying it with ease. Seeing this Snipe said "Whoever did that is an excellent marksman."
"Are you sure?" Midnight asked Snipe for confirmation.
"Yes, I'm cent-percent sure that the one who shot, might have a quirk that's similar to mine."
Hearing this Nezu smiled mischievously and asked Snipe "If you're that sure, how about a bet?"
"What bet?"
"Let's just say that you'll play a game of chess with me if you're wrong, and if you're right you will get the upgrade you have been asking the support division for free."
"Deal" Snipe agreed instantly.
"You said it." Saying that he traced the laser back to its origin pont and found the examiner responsible for it. Zooming in on his picture Nezu spoke "Quirk : Upgrade, nothing related to your quirk Snipe. And don't forget, you owe me a game."
Snipe just sighed in defeat as he lost his chance to get a free upgrade.
Sure! Here's the continuation of your story:
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### Chapter 2: The Aftermath
The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the U.A. campus as the entrance exam came to an end. Students began trickling out of the battle centers, some elated and others completely exhausted. Jun'ichirō "Yamamoto" Yamamoto, however, was not among the weary. He had already made his way back to the examination hall, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he replayed the day's events in his mind.
He hadn't expected much from the exam, but the fact that he had made such an impact, even in the background, gave him an odd sense of satisfaction. The lasers, the precision shots, the strategic destruction of the zero-pointer, it had all worked out better than he could have hoped for. But there was one thing that bothered him—he had avoided the spotlight.
"At least, for now," he muttered to himself as he entered the hall.
The atmosphere inside was tense, with students milling about, still reeling from the chaotic test. Some were talking in hushed voices, while others stared at the floor, deep in thought. Jun took a seat in the back of the hall, trying his best to blend into the crowd.
It wasn't long before the teachers filed in, one by one, with Present Mic leading the group. The loud, boisterous man didn't seem to have the same energy he did earlier, now that the exam had wrapped up. His bright smile was replaced with a more serious expression as he cleared his throat.
"Alright, listen up, everyone! The exam is over, but your real test is just beginning! You all did well today, but we've got a lot to go through before we make our decisions. We'll be calling you in individually to give you your results."
The room fell silent, and students began exchanging nervous glances. Some had performed well, others not so much. Jun didn't feel the need to worry. His quirk had given him an edge in the exam, and his analytical mind had always been a strength. It wasn't arrogance, just a fact.
He leaned back in his chair, his mind drifting back to the moment when he'd destroyed the zero-pointer. That moment had been crucial. The giant robot was an overwhelming obstacle, one that would have wiped out a number of students if it wasn't dealt with quickly. He wasn't trying to steal the spotlight, but saving those students? It felt good. Even better, he hadn't let himself get carried away by the chaos.
"I'm proud of you, son," his father's voice echoed in his mind, and for a moment, he smiled.
His thoughts were interrupted by Present Mic calling his name. Jun stood up, his feet moving before his mind could process what was happening. He made his way to the front, where the teachers were gathered, eyes glinting with curiosity.
Present Mic gestured for him to take a seat at the table. "Jun'ichirō Yamamoto, huh? You've got some impressive numbers to your name. But we need to talk about your performance."
Jun sat down, maintaining his composure. "What's the problem?"
"We need to know how you handled the zero-pointer," said Aizawa, the stoic teacher with the disheveled appearance, his sharp eyes boring into him. "You disabled it with a single shot from a distance. Your quirk—what exactly is it?"
Jun paused for a moment, his mind working quickly. He couldn't reveal everything about his quirk. That would be too risky, especially with the possibility of someone discovering the alien nature of his powers. Instead, he settled for something that sounded plausible, even if it wasn't entirely true.
"I have a transformation quirk," he explained calmly. "It allows me to enhance my physical abilities and adapt to various situations, including changing my body to fit certain functions. The laser, for example, is a result of my adaptation to certain weapons or machinery." He glanced around the table to see if anyone seemed suspicious of his explanation. No one seemed to blink, so he continued. "I'm still learning to fully control it, but it's a work in progress."
Aizawa didn't seem convinced but didn't press the issue further. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of his face as he observed Jun. "Your quirk doesn't match anything we've seen before. You're certainly unique, and that's a good thing, but you'll need to hone those abilities if you want to make it as a pro hero."
"That's the plan," Jun replied with a slight nod.
Just as Aizawa was about to say something else, Nezu, the small, mischievous principal, chimed in. "We've been keeping an eye on your performance, Jun'ichirō, and I must say, you are quite the strategist. Your precision with the laser and your quick thinking with the zero-pointer did not go unnoticed."
Jun kept his face neutral. "Thank you."
Nezu smiled, showing his sharp teeth. "It seems you're destined for something more than just ordinary hero work. But that doesn't mean you should take it easy. Hero work requires more than just strength. It requires intellect, adaptability, and an unwavering spirit."
"You're right," Jun said, his voice calm but determined. "I won't let my abilities go to waste."
Snipe, the sharpshooting teacher, spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've got to hand it to you, kid. Those shots were impressive. I'd say you've got the skills of someone who's been training for years. What's your background?"
Jun was momentarily caught off guard by the question. He hadn't prepared for an inquiry about his past, but he quickly recovered. "I've always had a strong interest in tactics and precision. I used to play games where accuracy was key, so I guess it just came naturally to me."
Present Mic chuckled. "Games, huh? That's an interesting way of putting it. But hey, whatever works, right?"
Jun didn't comment. Instead, he focused on the room, looking at the teachers, trying to gauge their thoughts. They were all very sharp, and the scrutiny was starting to make him feel a bit uneasy.
Eventually, Nezu stood up, his small figure still commanding attention. "We've seen enough for now. You've all performed admirably, but don't get too comfortable. The real challenge starts when you step foot in this school. We'll be announcing the results shortly."
Jun stood up to leave, but Aizawa's voice stopped him. "One last thing, Jun'ichirō. You'll need to keep your powers under control. We can't have you drawing too much attention to yourself."
Jun nodded, though internally, he smirked. Keeping his powers under control? He'd learned to master them years ago.
As he left the room, the weight of what had just happened began to sink in. He hadn't made the splash he was expecting, but that was a good thing. Being in the spotlight too soon could be dangerous. He had to play his cards carefully, at least for now.
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Meanwhile, back in the control room, the teachers of U.A. continued to discuss the various students' performances. Nezu sat back in his chair, a smile still playing on his lips as he turned to Snipe.
"Looks like you lost the bet, Snipe," Nezu said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Snipe groaned. "I swear, you tricked me into that bet on purpose."
"Of course, I did. But you'll be fine. A game of chess is hardly a punishment."
Snipe rolled his eyes, but he knew Nezu was right. A game of chess with the principal wasn't the worst thing that could happen.
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As the day wore on, the results began to pour in, and Jun waited, a sense of anticipation building in his chest. The results would come, and they would come fast. But for now, he had a moment to himself, a chance to reflect on what he had just accomplished.
He had made it through the exam without any major incidents, and now it was time to see what U.A. had in store for him.
As he sat in his room that night, staring out the window at the stars, he thought about the future. U.A. was just the beginning. There was so much more he could do, and he was determined to be the best version of himself.
Tomorrow would be a new day. And Jun was ready for whatever it brought.
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**End of Chapter 2**
### Chapter 3: The Beginning of the Journey
The sun had barely risen, casting its first warm rays through the curtains of Jun'ichirō Yamamoto's small dorm room at U.A. High School. It had only been a day since the entrance exam, and Jun already had a mixture of excitement and apprehension brewing inside him. He knew he had done well, but now came the real test: actually becoming a student at U.A. and proving he had what it took to survive the harsh training ahead.
Jun lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a few moments. The events of the previous day still replayed in his mind: the exam, the way he had handled the zero-pointer, his conversation with the teachers—particularly Principal Nezu's cryptic remarks. *"You're destined for something more than ordinary hero work."* The words echoed in his mind like an omen, a suggestion that something big was waiting for him at U.A.
He wasn't sure what it meant yet, but Jun had learned long ago to trust his instincts. His previous life had been full of unanswered questions and mysteries—perhaps this new world would answer a few of those lingering curiosities. Or maybe it would bring even more challenges.
"I guess I'll find out soon enough," Jun muttered to himself as he pulled himself out of bed. The room was small but comfortable, with a single bed, a desk, and a few bookshelves lined with various textbooks about quirks and hero training. There was a sense of organization to it, a structure he had grown accustomed to in his past life.
Looking at his reflection in the small mirror across the room, Jun quickly ran a hand through his dark hair. His eyes were sharp, always alert, with a hint of curiosity and determination hidden beneath his calm exterior. He wasn't the loud, flashy type like some of the others in the entrance exam. He had always preferred to observe first, understand his environment, and then act with precision. In a world where superpowers were the norm, subtlety could be just as deadly as strength.
Jun glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for the official results of the exam to be posted. He had been waiting for this moment ever since the exam had ended, and now, it was finally here.
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The hallway outside the dormitory buzzed with nervous energy as students gathered near the large notice board. Some were talking to one another, while others were pacing back and forth in anticipation. Jun stood at the back of the crowd, keeping to himself. The atmosphere reminded him of high school back in his previous life—the same nervous energy, the same desperate hope that came with trying to prove yourself. But this was no ordinary school. This was U.A. High, the birthplace of the next generation of Pro Heroes.
"Alright, alright! Calm down, everyone!" a voice shouted from the front of the crowd. Jun recognized it immediately—it was Present Mic, whose booming voice echoed down the hall. "The results are coming! But remember, don't get too cocky just yet. The real challenges are still ahead!"
The students hushed, their eyes darting to the board where the results would soon appear. Jun's heart beat a little faster now. His body might have been calm, but there was a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. He knew that he had done well in the exam—his transformation quirk and combat prowess had given him an edge. But what would they think of him? He wasn't the type to shout about his achievements. He wasn't the loud, attention-grabbing hero everyone expected. What would the teachers think of that?
As if to answer his question, the large screen on the notice board flickered to life, and the names of the students appeared, each followed by their scores.
"Here we go," Jun murmured under his breath.
The names quickly scrolled down the list. Some students were celebrating, others visibly deflated as they scanned the results. A few names stood out immediately—Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto—all familiar names from his research before entering the school. Jun had kept a close eye on the other students, especially the ones who had made a strong impression during the exam. He had been analyzing their quirks and strategies from the start. He had no doubt that those three were going to be serious competition.
Finally, Jun's name appeared. *Jun'ichirō Yamamoto – 92 points.*
The number was high. Very high. It wasn't the highest, but it was more than enough to secure him a place in the school. Jun allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as he scanned the list for the others. He wasn't looking for validation, but it was nice to see that his quiet approach had paid off.
"Hey, did you see this?" a voice called from behind him. Jun turned to see Jiro, the girl he had spoken to on the bus yesterday, pointing at the board. Her eyes were wide with excitement. "You did amazing! You're in!"
Jun glanced at her name. "Jiro Kyoka – 65 points." It was decent, but not enough to land her at the top of the list. Still, she was clearly pleased with her result.
"I guess we both made it," Jun said with a grin. "Congrats."
Jiro smiled, her expression softening. "Thanks, you too. I couldn't believe it when I saw your score. You must be some kind of genius or something."
"Hardly," Jun replied with a shrug. "Just some practice, that's all."
Jiro laughed, clearly impressed by his modesty. "You're way too humble. You must've really put in the work. I didn't expect to be anywhere near you in points."
"Well, you did great too," Jun said. "You have a solid quirk and a good head on your shoulders. You just need to fine-tune it."
Jiro looked a little bashful, but her grin grew wider. "Maybe. But you're the one who saved me from those robots. Twice! I'm still not sure how you took them out from so far away."
Jun didn't answer immediately. The way he had taken out the zero-pointer with his laser blast had been instinctual, almost effortless. But it wasn't just a matter of power—it was strategy, precision, and adaptation. His quirk, Upgrade, allowed him to tap into the technology around him and adapt his body for different functions. That was what had made him so effective in the exam.
"I just did what I had to do," Jun said, his tone casual. "I didn't want to risk the others getting hurt."
The conversation was interrupted as Present Mic clapped his hands, bringing the crowd to attention once again. "Alright, class! Now that the results are in, it's time for your orientation! Gather up, gather up!"
Jun followed the other students into the large hall, where a podium stood at the front, flanked by teachers. The room quieted as Nezu, the principal, stepped up to the podium with his usual mischievous smile.
"Well, well, well," Nezu began, his voice high-pitched but commanding. "You've all made it this far, but the real test is just beginning. U.A. High isn't for the faint of heart. You'll be tested, pushed, and challenged in ways you can't imagine. But if you survive, you'll have the chance to become a Pro Hero, the best of the best. Are you ready for that?"
The students exchanged nervous glances, but there was no hesitation in Jun's eyes. He had already made up his mind. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he was going to rise to the occasion.
"Remember," Nezu continued, "You've all been selected because you show promise, but promise alone isn't enough. You'll need more than just power. You'll need intelligence, discipline, and teamwork. At U.A., we'll teach you all that, but it's up to you to make the most of it."
The teachers behind Nezu stepped forward, each one introducing themselves. Snipe, the sharpshooter; Aizawa, the stern and silent teacher; and even Present Mic, who was clearly excited to get started. Each of them was a veteran in the field, and Jun could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on him.
"Alright!" Present Mic shouted, his energy infectious. "You're officially U.A. students now! But don't get too comfortable. The first day of training is tomorrow. Be prepared to give it everything you've got!"
As the teachers filed out of the room, the students were left to their own devices, and Jun couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation growing inside him. He had made it this far, but the real test was only just beginning.
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The next morning came faster than Jun expected. The sun had barely risen, and the students were already gathered in the gymnasium, facing their first true test as U.A. students. Jun stood at the back of the group, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, his eyes scanning the room. His mind was already working, analyzing the situation, anticipating what was to come.
Aizawa stood at the front of the group, his sharp gaze scanning each student.
"Today," he began, "You'll be tested not just on your individual abilities, but on your teamwork. You'll need to work together to achieve your goals. If you can't cooperate, you won't make it."
Jun's heart rate quickened as he realized what kind of test was about to begin. *This was no ordinary exam. This was the real deal.*
### Chapter 4: The Test of Teamwork
The gymnasium buzzed with the energy of first-year students, all eager and nervous for their first official training session at U.A. High. The high ceilings and polished floors reflected the bright lights overhead as Jun'ichirō Yamamoto stood with his classmates, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his uniform. The students around him murmured, discussing what they expected from the day's challenges. Some were clearly nervous, while others seemed to be putting on confident fronts.
Jun wasn't exactly nervous, but he couldn't deny the undercurrent of excitement that thrummed beneath his calm demeanor. After all, this was U.A. High School—the institution that had produced heroes like All Might, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist. But, deep down, Jun knew that if he wanted to survive here, he couldn't afford to coast on his natural talent. He needed to prove himself, to show that he could be more than just a student with an alien quirk.
Aizawa, the class's homeroom teacher, stood in front of them with his usual disinterested posture, his arms folded across his chest. His disheveled appearance and dark circles beneath his eyes only added to the no-nonsense aura he exuded. His quirk, Erasure, was legendary, and it was said that if he looked at you, your quirk was nullified—an ability that made him one of the most dangerous teachers at U.A.
"Listen up," Aizawa's voice cut through the chatter, bringing the room to a sudden hush. "Today is your first real test. No more games. No more showboating. If you want to survive U.A., you'll need to prove you can work together, use your quirks effectively, and think on your feet. There will be no excuses."
Jun's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed like Aizawa was going to make an example out of them right from the start.
Aizawa pulled out a small remote from his pocket and clicked a button. A large screen behind him flickered to life, showing a map of what appeared to be a battlefield. On the screen were various zones, obstacles, and what looked like several large robotic structures.
"This is the 'Rescue and Escape' exercise," Aizawa continued, his voice steady. "You will be divided into teams. Each team will have to navigate a mock city filled with obstacles and rescue a simulated civilian trapped in a building. However, you're not just going to be saving civilians. The situation will be chaotic. There will be simulated villains in your way. And there are no rules—only one objective: to work together and succeed."
A collective murmur rippled through the students. Jun could sense the rising tension. This wasn't just some obstacle course or simple test of strength. The exercise was designed to simulate the complexities of real-world hero work, where thinking on your feet and working with others could mean the difference between life and death.
"You'll each be assigned to a team," Aizawa said, tapping the remote again. "You will have twenty minutes to prepare. After that, we begin."
A holographic display appeared in the air, showing the names of the students along with their team assignments. Jun scanned the list.
**Team 1:**
* Bakugou Katsuki
* Midoriya Izuku
* Jiro Kyoka
* Jun'ichirō Yamamoto
Jun raised an eyebrow at the composition of his team. *Bakugou, Midoriya, and Jiro. This should be interesting.* He knew about Bakugou's explosive personality and Midoriya's remarkable quirk, but Jiro... she was a bit of an unknown. Still, Jun wasn't worried. He'd dealt with difficult personalities in his past life, and he was more than capable of handling this.
"Let's get moving," Bakugou growled, his usual scowl already in place. He wasn't exactly the type to make friends easily. His explosive quirk and hot-headed personality were well-known, but Jun wasn't about to be intimidated. After all, Bakugou might have raw power, but Jun had his own tricks up his sleeve.
The four of them were led to a section of the gymnasium where the rescue exercise had been set up. The mock city was an impressive sight—complete with towering buildings, narrow alleyways, and makeshift roads. The air was thick with the tension of the students as they looked over the terrain. The sound of footsteps echoed off the walls as Aizawa briefed them one last time.
"Your goal is to reach the civilian trapped in the building. You'll have to navigate through the city and avoid any obstacles, including the villains that will be sent your way. I'll be watching to ensure that no one gets seriously hurt. But remember, the objective is not just to win—it's to save as many lives as possible. You need to think about the bigger picture, not just your personal victories."
With that, Aizawa stepped back, his piercing gaze never leaving them. The students quickly began to disperse, getting into position and preparing themselves mentally for the test.
"Alright," Jun said, stepping forward and giving his team a glance. "Let's work together and do this efficiently. We don't need to fight for points or anything. We just need to save the civilian and get out of there."
Bakugou snorted. "Tch, you think this is gonna be easy?" His voice was filled with arrogance. "I don't need anyone's help. I'll get that civilian out myself."
Jun didn't flinch. He had already expected this kind of reaction from Bakugou. His explosive temper and need for personal glory were evident, but Jun wasn't about to let that derail their mission.
"Alright," Jun said calmly, "We need to move quickly and decisively. Midoriya, Jiro—do you have any ideas on how to approach this?"
Midoriya, ever the strategist, immediately started thinking aloud. "We could try to use the layout of the city to our advantage. I'm good at using my quirk for quick mobility, but if we can find a higher vantage point, we could figure out the best route to the civilian."
"I can provide support from above," Jun added. "I can use my quirk to transform parts of my body into various tools—like a sniper rifle, or I could create a shield if we run into trouble."
Jiro nodded thoughtfully. "I can help with sound amplification and stealth. I don't want to draw too much attention, but if we can figure out where the villains are, I can disorient them using my quirk."
Bakugou grunted. "Tch. Whatever. Just stay out of my way, nerds. I've got this."
Before anyone could respond to Bakugou's outburst, the exercise began. A loud siren blared, signaling the start of the operation. The mock city, once silent, now hummed with activity. The first obstacle appeared almost immediately—two simulated villains, armed with bladed weapons, charging toward them from the east side of the city.
Bakugou didn't waste a second. He immediately lunged forward, using his explosive quirk to launch himself toward the villains. His attacks were powerful and relentless, but Jun quickly realized that Bakugou was more interested in showing off than actually thinking through the strategy.
"Bakugou, wait!" Jun called, but it was too late. Bakugou was already mid-air, launching explosions at the villains. One of the villains managed to dodge the blast, but the other took the hit, crumpling to the ground.
Midoriya immediately moved into action, using his quirk to jump high into the air and survey the area. "There!" he yelled, pointing to a building on the far side of the city. "The civilian's trapped inside! But we'll need to go around the back to avoid getting caught in the crossfire!"
Jun nodded. "I'll cover you. Bakugou, hold off the rest of the villains!"
But Bakugou was already charging forward again, his temper flaring as he hurled explosion after explosion at the other villain. He wasn't listening to their plan, and that irritated Jun, but he knew they didn't have time to argue.
"Fine," Jun muttered. "I'll handle the support."
Without another word, Jun's body shifted into action. He reached out, extending his arm as his quirk activated. His fingers elongated and transformed into the sleek barrel of a machine gun. As he surveyed the area, he targeted the other villains coming their way, launching precise laser shots from his hand. Each shot hit its target with unerring accuracy, causing the simulated villains to fall one by one.
"Nice shot!" Jiro yelled, her voice filled with approval.
"Don't get distracted!" Jun snapped. "Midoriya, Jiro, move forward!"
The two of them rushed ahead, following the path Midoriya had scouted. Jun followed closely behind, ensuring no further threats approached. The building they were targeting was ahead now, and there were only a few more villains between them and their objective.
"Stay sharp!" Jun warned as the team approached the building's entrance. "We're almost there!"
Midoriya and Jiro nodded, ready for whatever was to come. But just as they reached the doorway, a larger group of villains appeared, cutting off their route.
Jun's eyes flashed with calculation. "I'll clear the path. Go ahead."
Bakugou was still engaged in his own fight with the earlier villains, but Jun wasn't concerned about him. He had his own job to do.
"Upgrade!" Jun muttered under his breath as his arm shifted, becoming a large bladed weapon. He dashed forward, cleaving through the nearest villain with a single swipe. The others hesitated for just a moment, unsure of the threat Jun posed.
In the ensuing chaos, the team moved forward, their mission clear. They had a civilian to rescue, and nothing would stand in their way.
---
The exercise was far from over, but Jun felt a small sense of satisfaction welling up inside him. Today, they weren't just competing against each other—they were learning what it truly meant to be a team.
### Chapter 4: The Test of Teamwork
The gymnasium buzzed with the energy of first-year students, all eager and nervous for their first official training session at U.A. High. The high ceilings and polished floors reflected the bright lights overhead as Jun'ichirō Yamamoto stood with his classmates, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his uniform. The students around him murmured, discussing what they expected from the day's challenges. Some were clearly nervous, while others seemed to be putting on confident fronts.
Jun wasn't exactly nervous, but he couldn't deny the undercurrent of excitement that thrummed beneath his calm demeanor. After all, this was U.A. High School—the institution that had produced heroes like All Might, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist. But, deep down, Jun knew that if he wanted to survive here, he couldn't afford to coast on his natural talent. He needed to prove himself, to show that he could be more than just a student with an alien quirk.
Aizawa, the class's homeroom teacher, stood in front of them with his usual disinterested posture, his arms folded across his chest. His disheveled appearance and dark circles beneath his eyes only added to the no-nonsense aura he exuded. His quirk, Erasure, was legendary, and it was said that if he looked at you, your quirk was nullified—an ability that made him one of the most dangerous teachers at U.A.
"Listen up," Aizawa's voice cut through the chatter, bringing the room to a sudden hush. "Today is your first real test. No more games. No more showboating. If you want to survive U.A., you'll need to prove you can work together, use your quirks effectively, and think on your feet. There will be no excuses."
Jun's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed like Aizawa was going to make an example out of them right from the start.
Aizawa pulled out a small remote from his pocket and clicked a button. A large screen behind him flickered to life, showing a map of what appeared to be a battlefield. On the screen were various zones, obstacles, and what looked like several large robotic structures.
"This is the 'Rescue and Escape' exercise," Aizawa continued, his voice steady. "You will be divided into teams. Each team will have to navigate a mock city filled with obstacles and rescue a simulated civilian trapped in a building. However, you're not just going to be saving civilians. The situation will be chaotic. There will be simulated villains in your way. And there are no rules—only one objective: to work together and succeed."
A collective murmur rippled through the students. Jun could sense the rising tension. This wasn't just some obstacle course or simple test of strength. The exercise was designed to simulate the complexities of real-world hero work, where thinking on your feet and working with others could mean the difference between life and death.
"You'll each be assigned to a team," Aizawa said, tapping the remote again. "You will have twenty minutes to prepare. After that, we begin."
A holographic display appeared in the air, showing the names of the students along with their team assignments. Jun scanned the list.
**Team 1:**
* Bakugou Katsuki
* Midoriya Izuku
* Jiro Kyoka
* Jun'ichirō Yamamoto
Jun raised an eyebrow at the composition of his team. *Bakugou, Midoriya, and Jiro. This should be interesting.* He knew about Bakugou's explosive personality and Midoriya's remarkable quirk, but Jiro... she was a bit of an unknown. Still, Jun wasn't worried. He'd dealt with difficult personalities in his past life, and he was more than capable of handling this.
"Let's get moving," Bakugou growled, his usual scowl already in place. He wasn't exactly the type to make friends easily. His explosive quirk and hot-headed personality were well-known, but Jun wasn't about to be intimidated. After all, Bakugou might have raw power, but Jun had his own tricks up his sleeve.
The four of them were led to a section of the gymnasium where the rescue exercise had been set up. The mock city was an impressive sight—complete with towering buildings, narrow alleyways, and makeshift roads. The air was thick with the tension of the students as they looked over the terrain. The sound of footsteps echoed off the walls as Aizawa briefed them one last time.
"Your goal is to reach the civilian trapped in the building. You'll have to navigate through the city and avoid any obstacles, including the villains that will be sent your way. I'll be watching to ensure that no one gets seriously hurt. But remember, the objective is not just to win—it's to save as many lives as possible. You need to think about the bigger picture, not just your personal victories."
With that, Aizawa stepped back, his piercing gaze never leaving them. The students quickly began to disperse, getting into position and preparing themselves mentally for the test.
"Alright," Jun said, stepping forward and giving his team a glance. "Let's work together and do this efficiently. We don't need to fight for points or anything. We just need to save the civilian and get out of there."
Bakugou snorted. "Tch, you think this is gonna be easy?" His voice was filled with arrogance. "I don't need anyone's help. I'll get that civilian out myself."
Jun didn't flinch. He had already expected this kind of reaction from Bakugou. His explosive temper and need for personal glory were evident, but Jun wasn't about to let that derail their mission.
"Alright," Jun said calmly, "We need to move quickly and decisively. Midoriya, Jiro—do you have any ideas on how to approach this?"
Midoriya, ever the strategist, immediately started thinking aloud. "We could try to use the layout of the city to our advantage. I'm good at using my quirk for quick mobility, but if we can find a higher vantage point, we could figure out the best route to the civilian."
"I can provide support from above," Jun added. "I can use my quirk to transform parts of my body into various tools—like a sniper rifle, or I could create a shield if we run into trouble."
Jiro nodded thoughtfully. "I can help with sound amplification and stealth. I don't want to draw too much attention, but if we can figure out where the villains are, I can disorient them using my quirk."
Bakugou grunted. "Tch. Whatever. Just stay out of my way, nerds. I've got this."
Before anyone could respond to Bakugou's outburst, the exercise began. A loud siren blared, signaling the start of the operation. The mock city, once silent, now hummed with activity. The first obstacle appeared almost immediately—two simulated villains, armed with bladed weapons, charging toward them from the east side of the city.
Bakugou didn't waste a second. He immediately lunged forward, using his explosive quirk to launch himself toward the villains. His attacks were powerful and relentless, but Jun quickly realized that Bakugou was more interested in showing off than actually thinking through the strategy.
"Bakugou, wait!" Jun called, but it was too late. Bakugou was already mid-air, launching explosions at the villains. One of the villains managed to dodge the blast, but the other took the hit, crumpling to the ground.
Midoriya immediately moved into action, using his quirk to jump high into the air and survey the area. "There!" he yelled, pointing to a building on the far side of the city. "The civilian's trapped inside! But we'll need to go around the back to avoid getting caught in the crossfire!"
Jun nodded. "I'll cover you. Bakugou, hold off the rest of the villains!"
But Bakugou was already charging forward again, his temper flaring as he hurled explosion after explosion at the other villain. He wasn't listening to their plan, and that irritated Jun, but he knew they didn't have time to argue.
"Fine," Jun muttered. "I'll handle the support."
Without another word, Jun's body shifted into action. He reached out, extending his arm as his quirk activated. His fingers elongated and transformed into the sleek barrel of a machine gun. As he surveyed the area, he targeted the other villains coming their way, launching precise laser shots from his hand. Each shot hit its target with unerring accuracy, causing the simulated villains to fall one by one.
"Nice shot!" Jiro yelled, her voice filled with approval.
"Don't get distracted!" Jun snapped. "Midoriya, Jiro, move forward!"
The two of them rushed ahead, following the path Midoriya had scouted. Jun followed closely behind, ensuring no further threats approached. The building they were targeting was ahead now, and there were only a few more villains between them and their objective.
"Stay sharp!" Jun warned as the team approached the building's entrance. "We're almost there!"
Midoriya and Jiro nodded, ready for whatever was to come. But just as they reached the doorway, a larger group of villains appeared, cutting off their route.
Jun's eyes flashed with calculation. "I'll clear the path. Go ahead."
Bakugou was still engaged in his own fight with the earlier villains, but Jun wasn't concerned about him. He had his own job to do.
"Upgrade!" Jun muttered under his breath as his arm shifted, becoming a large bladed weapon. He dashed forward, cleaving through the nearest villain with a single swipe. The others hesitated for just a moment, unsure of the threat Jun posed.
In the ensuing chaos, the team moved forward, their mission clear. They had a civilian to rescue, and nothing would stand in their way.
---
The exercise was far from over, but Jun felt a small sense of satisfaction welling up inside him. Today, they weren't just competing against each other—they were learning what it truly meant to be a team.
### Chapter 3: The Beginning of the Journey
The sun had barely risen, casting its first warm rays through the curtains of Jun'ichirō Yamamoto's small dorm room at U.A. High School. It had only been a day since the entrance exam, and Jun already had a mixture of excitement and apprehension brewing inside him. He knew he had done well, but now came the real test: actually becoming a student at U.A. and proving he had what it took to survive the harsh training ahead.
Jun lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a few moments. The events of the previous day still replayed in his mind: the exam, the way he had handled the zero-pointer, his conversation with the teachers—particularly Principal Nezu's cryptic remarks. *"You're destined for something more than ordinary hero work."* The words echoed in his mind like an omen, a suggestion that something big was waiting for him at U.A.
He wasn't sure what it meant yet, but Jun had learned long ago to trust his instincts. His previous life had been full of unanswered questions and mysteries—perhaps this new world would answer a few of those lingering curiosities. Or maybe it would bring even more challenges.
"I guess I'll find out soon enough," Jun muttered to himself as he pulled himself out of bed. The room was small but comfortable, with a single bed, a desk, and a few bookshelves lined with various textbooks about quirks and hero training. There was a sense of organization to it, a structure he had grown accustomed to in his past life.
Looking at his reflection in the small mirror across the room, Jun quickly ran a hand through his dark hair. His eyes were sharp, always alert, with a hint of curiosity and determination hidden beneath his calm exterior. He wasn't the loud, flashy type like some of the others in the entrance exam. He had always preferred to observe first, understand his environment, and then act with precision. In a world where superpowers were the norm, subtlety could be just as deadly as strength.
Jun glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for the official results of the exam to be posted. He had been waiting for this moment ever since the exam had ended, and now, it was finally here.
---
The hallway outside the dormitory buzzed with nervous energy as students gathered near the large notice board. Some were talking to one another, while others were pacing back and forth in anticipation. Jun stood at the back of the crowd, keeping to himself. The atmosphere reminded him of high school back in his previous life—the same nervous energy, the same desperate hope that came with trying to prove yourself. But this was no ordinary school. This was U.A. High, the birthplace of the next generation of Pro Heroes.
"Alright, alright! Calm down, everyone!" a voice shouted from the front of the crowd. Jun recognized it immediately—it was Present Mic, whose booming voice echoed down the hall. "The results are coming! But remember, don't get too cocky just yet. The real challenges are still ahead!"
The students hushed, their eyes darting to the board where the results would soon appear. Jun's heart beat a little faster now. His body might have been calm, but there was a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. He knew that he had done well in the exam—his transformation quirk and combat prowess had given him an edge. But what would they think of him? He wasn't the type to shout about his achievements. He wasn't the loud, attention-grabbing hero everyone expected. What would the teachers think of that?
As if to answer his question, the large screen on the notice board flickered to life, and the names of the students appeared, each followed by their scores.
"Here we go," Jun murmured under his breath.
The names quickly scrolled down the list. Some students were celebrating, others visibly deflated as they scanned the results. A few names stood out immediately—Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto—all familiar names from his research before entering the school. Jun had kept a close eye on the other students, especially the ones who had made a strong impression during the exam. He had been analyzing their quirks and strategies from the start. He had no doubt that those three were going to be serious competition.
Finally, Jun's name appeared. *Jun'ichirō Yamamoto – 92 points.*
The number was high. Very high. It wasn't the highest, but it was more than enough to secure him a place in the school. Jun allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as he scanned the list for the others. He wasn't looking for validation, but it was nice to see that his quiet approach had paid off.
"Hey, did you see this?" a voice called from behind him. Jun turned to see Jiro, the girl he had spoken to on the bus yesterday, pointing at the board. Her eyes were wide with excitement. "You did amazing! You're in!"
Jun glanced at her name. "Jiro Kyoka – 65 points." It was decent, but not enough to land her at the top of the list. Still, she was clearly pleased with her result.
"I guess we both made it," Jun said with a grin. "Congrats."
Jiro smiled, her expression softening. "Thanks, you too. I couldn't believe it when I saw your score. You must be some kind of genius or something."
"Hardly," Jun replied with a shrug. "Just some practice, that's all."
Jiro laughed, clearly impressed by his modesty. "You're way too humble. You must've really put in the work. I didn't expect to be anywhere near you in points."
"Well, you did great too," Jun said. "You have a solid quirk and a good head on your shoulders. You just need to fine-tune it."
Jiro looked a little bashful, but her grin grew wider. "Maybe. But you're the one who saved me from those robots. Twice! I'm still not sure how you took them out from so far away."
Jun didn't answer immediately. The way he had taken out the zero-pointer with his laser blast had been instinctual, almost effortless. But it wasn't just a matter of power—it was strategy, precision, and adaptation. His quirk, Upgrade, allowed him to tap into the technology around him and adapt his body for different functions. That was what had made him so effective in the exam.
"I just did what I had to do," Jun said, his tone casual. "I didn't want to risk the others getting hurt."
The conversation was interrupted as Present Mic clapped his hands, bringing the crowd to attention once again. "Alright, class! Now that the results are in, it's time for your orientation! Gather up, gather up!"
Jun followed the other students into the large hall, where a podium stood at the front, flanked by teachers. The room quieted as Nezu, the principal, stepped up to the podium with his usual mischievous smile.
"Well, well, well," Nezu began, his voice high-pitched but commanding. "You've all made it this far, but the real test is just beginning. U.A. High isn't for the faint of heart. You'll be tested, pushed, and challenged in ways you can't imagine. But if you survive, you'll have the chance to become a Pro Hero, the best of the best. Are you ready for that?"
The students exchanged nervous glances, but there was no hesitation in Jun's eyes. He had already made up his mind. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he was going to rise to the occasion.
"Remember," Nezu continued, "You've all been selected because you show promise, but promise alone isn't enough. You'll need more than just power. You'll need intelligence, discipline, and teamwork. At U.A., we'll teach you all that, but it's up to you to make the most of it."
The teachers behind Nezu stepped forward, each one introducing themselves. Snipe, the sharpshooter; Aizawa, the stern and silent teacher; and even Present Mic, who was clearly excited to get started. Each of them was a veteran in the field, and Jun could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on him.
"Alright!" Present Mic shouted, his energy infectious. "You're officially U.A. students now! But don't get too comfortable. The first day of training is tomorrow. Be prepared to give it everything you've got!"
As the teachers filed out of the room, the students were left to their own devices, and Jun couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation growing inside him. He had made it this far, but the real test was only just beginning.
---
The next morning came faster than Jun expected. The sun had barely risen, and the students were already gathered in the gymnasium, facing their first true test as U.A. students. Jun stood at the back of the group, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, his eyes scanning the room. His mind was already working, analyzing the situation, anticipating what was to come.
Aizawa stood at the front of the group, his sharp gaze scanning each student.
"Today," he began, "You'll be tested not just on your individual abilities, but on your teamwork. You'll need to work together to achieve your goals. If you can't cooperate, you won't make it."
Jun's heart rate quickened as he realized what kind of test was about to begin. *This was no ordinary exam. This was the real deal.*