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Aizawa's confident smile lingered in the air long after he had turned his back on a stunned Ms. Joke. He led his class away from the Ketsubutsu students.
"Alright, U.A., move it!" an announcer's tired voice droned over the PA system. "Orientation is in five minutes in the main auditorium. All participants, please proceed!"
"Here we go," Kirishima said, slamming his fists together, a nervous grin on his face.
The class began to move as a single, large entity.
Izuku was muttering to himself, Iida was chopping the air anxiously, Uraraka was taking deep, calming breaths, and Momo was reviewing the structure of her creations.
At the back of the group, the "Big 4" walked together. Bakugo had his hands shoved in his pockets, with his 'normal' glare. Shoto was next to him, his presence silent.
Rumi was bouncing on the balls of her feet; she was ready for the test. Akaza walked beside her, his hands in his pockets, smiling at Rumi's excitement.
They were about to follow the main group through the large double doors leading to the auditorium when a massive, imposing figure in a white, high-collared suit stepped into their path.
Gang Orca, the Number 10 Pro Hero, stared them down, his dark eyes staring at them.
The class tensed. "A pro hero?" Kirishima whispered. "What's he doing here?"
Gang Orca's gaze swept over them, lingering for a moment on Bakugo's sneer and Shoto's cold stare. Then his eyes finally landed and stopped on Akaza. He didn't just look at him; he assessed him, his gaze running over Akaza like a scanner.
"Asura," Gang Orca said, his voice a sonorous(cuz he a whale lol) growl that needed no microphone. "A word. Now."
The entire class froze. A pro hero, one of the head exam proctors, was singling out Akaza again.
Akaza didn't look surprised. He just looked… annoyed. He turned to Rumi.
"Aki? What's going on?" she asked, her playful grin vanishing. Her hand instinctively clenched, her red aura flickering for a moment.
"It's fine," Akaza said as he placed his hand on her arm, the gesture instantly calming her.
He leaned in and gave her a quick, soft kiss on the cheek. "Probably just a warning about 'excessive force' or something. Go on. Win this for me. I'll catch up."
Rumi stared at him for a second.
Then her confidence returned, her smile turning sharp and feral. "You bet your ass I will. You just gonna stand here and talk to this fish-face while I get my license before you!"
"Go," he smirked, pushing her gently toward the door. "Try not to get disqualified in the first five minutes."
"No promises!" she cackled over her shoulder. She turned to the other two, who had been watching the exchange with interest. "C'mon, Blasty, Icy-Hot! Try to keep up with the real winner!"
"WHO THE HELL MADE YOU THE BOSS, YOU DAMN RABBIT?!" Bakugo roared, his palms already crackling. But he stormed off after her, shoving his way into the auditorium.
Shoto just gave Akaza a short, understanding nod. "We'll see you on the field."
He followed the other two.
Akaza watched them go, his soft expression vanishing as he turned back to the pro hero. "Alright. What's this about?"
Gang Orca just grunted. "Follow me."
The pro hero led him away from the noise, down a private, "Staff Only" corridor, the sounds of the orientation fading behind them. They ended up in a small, quiet observation office, high above the arena floor, the windows tinted dark.
The room was empty, save for one small figure sitting in a large leather chair, a delicate teacup perched in his paws.
"Nezu," Akaza said, his voice flat. He wasn't surprised.
"Akaza," Nezu chirped, his eyes gleaming. "Thank you for coming. Please, close the door."
Gang Orca shut the door. The pro hero's entire demeanor shifted. The aggressive, intimidating pro was gone, replaced by a serious, respectful colleague. He crossed his massive arms, his gaze on Akaza filled with a strange, heavy respect.
"Kid," Gang Orca said, his voice a low grumble. "We're pulling you from the exam."
Akaza tensed. His gaze turned to Nezu. "A problem?"
"Quite the opposite," Nezu chuckled, hopping onto the desk. "You've already passed. In fact, you passed weeks ago, the moment you stepped into that forest."
Akaza's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't understand."
"The principal and I go way back," Gang Orca explained. "He's… a very persuasive individual. And he has a very high opinion of you. He shared your 'extracurricular resume' with me. The HPSC file."
He wasn't smiling. He was looking at Akaza with respect.
"The incident at the camp," Gang Orca continued, "The elimination of the villain Muscular. The disappearance of the Hero Killer, Stain. Your surgical extraction of Bakugo from the Kamino factory. Your... confrontation... with that 'thing'."(All for one)
Akaza remained perfectly still, his expression neutral, confirming nothing.
Gang Orca let out a rough sigh, a puff of air escaping his blowhole. "This test," he gestured to the window, where the muffled, tired voice of the proctor was just starting his speech, "is designed to see if a student can make a split-second decision under pressure. To see if they have the judgment, the power, and the control of a pro. You've already been doing that, on a level these other kids can't even comprehend. You're not a student, Akaza. You're already a hero, or an agent. Whatever you prefer. It would be an insult to our intelligence, and yours, to make you go out there and throw rubber balls at other children."
"So, I'm just… exempt?" Akaza asked.
"Your provisional license, personally signed by the HPSC president, is already printed and waiting for you back at U.A.," Nezu said, his smile widening. "It grants you full operational authority, same as any pro. Congratulations, Asura. You are, for all intents and purposes, a pro."
A wave of… something… washed over Akaza. Relief? No. It was just… quiet. It was the logical conclusion. He had taken a different path, and this was the result. He simply nodded.
"Good," Gang Orca said, seeing Akaza's calm acceptance. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a culling game to run. I have to go yell at a bunch of teenagers and pretend to be a villain." He gave Akaza a stiff nod. "It was good to meet you, Asura. Stay sharp."
He left the room, the door clicking shut, leaving Akaza alone with the principal.
The moment the door closed, the entire mood of the room changed.
Nezu's cheerful, proud expression vanished, replaced by the cold, calculating strategist Akaza knew all too well.
"He's a good man," Nezu said, his voice flat. "A bit too loud, but loyal. Now… to the real reason I pulled you from this farce."
He slid a black, unmarked tablet across the desk. "Your next mission."
Akaza picked it up. He didn't need to ask. He had passed his exam. This was his job. He turned on the screen. There was no file. No long-winded report.
Just a single, blurry, candid photo.
Akaza's blood ran cold.
He knew her. In an instant, his mind flashed with memories of a story he'd read in another life. A story of a man who could destroy and remake. A story of a little girl, cursed with a terrible, wonderful power.
He saw a small child, no older than six or seven, with pale, bluish-gray hair that fell in a messy, unkempt curtain. She was wearing a tattered, plain smock. A single, small, horn-like protrusion jutted from the right side of her forehead. Her arms and legs were wrapped in dirty, overlapping bandages.
But her eyes…
Her eyes were the most terrified, broken, and utterly hopeless things he had ever seen. They were wide, red-rimmed, and staring at something off-camera with a look of pure, soul-shattering terror. She reminded him of his past self.
"Eri," Akaza whispered, the name tasting like ash on his tongue.
Nezu's head snapped up, his whiskers twitching. "You know of her?"
"I've… heard whispers," Akaza said, his gaze fixed on the photo. His voice was becoming dangerously calm. "The Shie Hassaikai. Their new leader. Overhaul."
Nezu nodded slowly, a dark, impressed look in his beady eyes. "Your information network is almost as good as Hawks', Asura. Yes. That is Eri. She is the granddaughter of the Hassaikai's bedridden boss. But in reality, she is the prisoner of the man who has taken over his organization: Kai Chisaki. 'Overhaul.'
Nezu's voice turned to ice. "Chisaki's quirk allows him to disassemble and reassemble matter with a single touch. He is a monster of the highest order. And he has found a… use… for this child."
He swiped, and a new image appeared on the tablet. A small, custom-made dart, with a tiny, red-fletched casing.
"This is a new product on the black market," Nezu said, his voice a low, furious hiss. "A quirk-destroying bullet. Not temporary. Permanent. We've been analyzing a sample we… acquired. The active agent is biological. It's a complex, retroviral compound derived from human blood and cells. We traced its unique genetic marker. It's her."
Akaza's grip on the tablet tightened. The plastic case creaked, the screen beginning to crack under the pressure of his fingers.
"Her quirk," Nezu continued, his voice now a venomous growl, "is 'Rewind'. She can rewind a living creature's body to a previous state. She can rewind a man to a monkey. She can rewind a person… to before they had quirks. Chisaki is… farming her. He is disassembling her, over and over, harvesting her blood and her body, and reassembling her, only to tear her apart again. He is keeping her in a state of endless, agonizing torture to manufacture these bullets and build his new Yakuza empire."
Akaza was silent. He wasn't looking at Nezu. He was staring at the girl's photo. He saw Yuna, bloody, in an alley. He saw Rumi, broken on the forest floor. And now he saw this. A child, being flayed alive, healed, and flayed again, her only crime being that she was born.
The same cold rage from the forest, the same absolute, quiet certainty that had torn Muscular apart, filled the small, dark room.
Nezu watched his student, and he saw the shift. He saw the polite, quiet teenager disappear, replaced by the Asura.
Akaza calmly placed the cracking tablet back on the desk. He looked up, his black eyes two bottomless pits of murderous intent.
He asked only one question.
"When can I start?"
To which Nezu replied, "Soon, Akaza, soon."
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