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BOOM!!!
A monstrous wall of searing fire surged out in a crescent arc, swallowing the towering zero-point robots in an instant. The searing flames licked at their metal frames, distorting the air with blistering heat. Within seconds, the robots' armored plating bubbled and warped like soft clay before liquefying entirely. Circuits sparked violently before melting into oozing puddles of slag.
A collective gasp swept through the stadium.
The ground trembled slightly as the molten remains collapsed, sending shockwaves of stunned silence through both spectators and students alike. The heatwave rolled off the scorched earth, making the crowd instinctively recoil.
On the staff bench, Aizawa Shouta, mid-sip of water, spat it out in a choked spray.
"Cough—!" His eyes widened, mouth hanging open. "What… the hell?"
Present Mic stood up so fast his chair toppled behind him. "Is that... Uchiha from Class 1-A?!"
The live broadcast camera zoomed in, catching the last wisps of flame curling around Uchiha Madara's outstretched hand before fading into embers. The crowd exploded in a frenzy of shocked murmurs and wild cheers.
"Who is this kid?!"
"Did you see that fire?! That wasn't a quirk… that was an inferno!"
"Isn't he Endeavor's illegitimate kid or something?!"
"No way! His surname's Uchiha!"
"Which Pro Hero is he descended from?!"
In the Hero community section, several seasoned Pros leaned forward, eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and a touch of unease.
Aizawa slowly slumped into his seat, eyes narrowing. His mind replayed every file, every note he'd taken on Madara's quirk assessment. Hypnosis. Genjutsu-type quirk. Possible illusion casting.
But this… this wasn't an illusion.
"This kid…" Aizawa muttered under his breath. "Just how much power are you hiding?"
For a moment, he let himself fall back in the chair, a tired sigh escaping him. He closed his eyes—and in the darkness, the image of Madara's blood-red eyes under a crimson moon flashed in his mind. That night… the night Madara could've killed him with a single glance if he hadn't backed down.
He exhaled slowly, a chill creeping into his veins.
"If he's revealed this much power in front of the whole nation…" Aizawa shook his head. "U.A. is going to be swarmed after this. Again."
On the racecourse, an unnatural silence fell.
Bakugo Katsuki, still hovering mid-air from an explosion-propelled leap, hung frozen. His wide eyes reflected the molten remains of the robots.
"What… the hell was that?" he muttered.
Behind him, Hitoshi Shinso, perched on a student's shoulders, felt a cold bead of sweat trickle down his neck.
"H-Hypnosis?!" Shinso stammered. "That ain't hypnosis…"
Memories of their one-on-one spar from last week flashed across his mind—when even his best moves ended with him face-down in the dirt and Madara casually walking away.
He shivered.
Nearby, Shoto Todoroki stood unmoving. His ice-covered right foot hovered above the ground, forgotten in the moment.
"Uchiha…" he whispered, voice low.
The flames. The sheer destructive force. The control.
For the first time since entering U.A., Todoroki felt an uncomfortable pang. It wasn't fear. But it wasn't respected either. His father, Endeavor, wielded fire with dominance and arrogance. This fire… this wasn't like Endeavor's.
It was precise. Unfathomably intense. Cold in its execution despite its heat.
"…You're hiding something," Todoroki murmured.
Bakugo finally snarled, shaking himself out of the daze. "Oi! Pink Eye!" he bellowed, his palms already sparking.
Madara, who stood ahead of them all, turned his head slightly, casting a cool glance over his shoulder. "Does it matter?" he said simply.
And then—he vanished.
Like a wraith, he flickered forward, a black blur cutting through the field before anyone could blink.
"DAMN IT!!!" Bakugo roared, launching himself forward on an explosive blast.
Todoroki gritted his teeth and released a thin sheet of ice under his feet, sliding after them in silent pursuit.
In the teacher's booth, All Might sat with his chin resting on his fist, watching the display quietly.
A nearby teacher—Cementoss—leaned over, his expression grave. "We might need to reassess his registered Quirk."
"I agree." All Might nodded once. "I doubted the reports myself. A first-year defeating villains alone? But seeing this…" He trailed off, eyes narrowing faintly.
"None of us believed it either," Snipe chimed in from behind his cowboy hat. "A fifteen-year-old with that kind of firepower? It's not natural."
"It could be dangerous," Thirteen added quietly.
All Might smiled softly, but his eyes remained fixed on the screen. "Power like that… if guided right, could be exactly what this world needs."
And if not…?
He shoved the darker thought aside.
He would lead this boy down the right path. Even if it meant standing against him.
Meanwhile, the race raged on.
The second stage of the course was a dense web of steel wires crisscrossing between tall stone pillars—a deadly spiderweb designed to tangle and trap careless runners.
Students piled up at the entrance, sizing up the challenge, strategizing ways through.
And then, before any of them could even move—
"Whoosh!"
A shadow streaked by.
By the time the first student blinked, Uchiha Madara had already cleared the entire obstacle zone.
Effortlessly.
"WOW!!" Present Mic's voice thundered across the stadium. "Uchiha from Class 1-A just cleared the second stage! What a display of agility!"
Shoto Todoroki, having only reached the edge of the stone field, froze in place.
"How…?" he whispered.
How had Madara traversed that deadly field—ropes, spikes, and traps—in mere seconds?
Was this more of his quirk? Some kind of teleportation?
Or…
Was he simply that fast?
In the stands, murmurs began spreading like wildfire.
"Did you see that?!"
"He cleared the wire zone like it was nothing!"
"That kid… he's not normal."
"I'm sending him an internship offer the second this is over," one Pro Hero whispered eagerly.
"Like hell you are," a talent scout growled from beside him. "We're locking him down for my agency first."
"Bet Endeavor's gonna want him…"
"Doesn't matter! I'm making the first move!"
On the track, Madara ran on in silence, alone at the front.
The wind whistled past him, and the roar of the crowd became a faint hum in the distance.
He wasn't running for glory.
He wasn't running for fame.
He was simply moving forward.
A thin smirk played on his lips.
For the first time since stepping into this world, he was allowed to stretch his limbs—allowed to unleash, even a fraction, of his true self.
And this… this was far from his limit.
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