Chapter 4
HYAKUYA YUICHIRO
UA was the most elite Hero School in all of Japan, and it showed. Their classes ranged from the usual subjects to some additional subjects that involved hero work.
They were taught the rules and regulations regarding Hero Work, along with physical classes that were quite intensive. The facilities at the school were top-notch, and the teachers were mostly pro heroes.
"So, your quirk allows you to make and manipulate barriers," the blue-haired girl chined in excitedly, and he nodded, answering the dozenth question she had asked him.
What had begun with a simple question about his quirk had now become a full-on interview as Nejire Hado showed her true self, and the truth is that he did not mind it much.
"That is so awesome! What can you do with them! Can you bend them? Can you blast them away? What does it feel like?" She sprang out, questioning one after another, giving him no time to answer.
"I can blast them away, but the more intricate their movement, the more exhausting it is," he answered, and she nodded.
And the two of them sat in the cafeteria, eating their lunch, and their class of twenty had been cut short by one student as Eraser Head kept his word and expelled the boy coming in last. It was truly unfortunate, given that the boy had a quirk that allowed him to throw out air waves out of his palms.
Still, he had poor control over his quirk and had flunked the exam, earning himself the suspension, even though he believed that it was a bluff, and that they would soon see him again.
"What about you?" he asked, and perhaps it was because of his sour mood, but most of the students had kept their distance from him, except for her, who was not intimidated by him at all. Not that he cared much, for unlike them, he was not here to make friends.
He was here with a very different purpose than the rest of them.
"Me!" the girl tilted her head as she pointed towards herself.
"Yes, what about your quirk? I remember seeing you flying during the exam," he added, and she nodded.
"Oh, it's called surge. It allows me to shoot energy out of arms and legs, but it's pretty slow," she added the last part somewhat dejectedly.
"Impressive, still you seemed to have good control over it," and she smiled and began talking away, and he was happy to let her fill the silence, until suddenly he felt a shadow over their table, and looked up to see a familiar blonde boy staring down at him.
Amajiki from their class stood behind him, trembling slightly as Nejire Hado smiled.
"Amajiki-kun," she greeted wildly, as the black-haired boy gave her a small wave.
"Hi, Nejire," yet the blonde boy was staring at him, and despite him not uttering his name, Hyakuya knew exactly who he was.
"I am Mirio Togata, and I am here to thank you for saving my life in the entrance exams," and he was loud and bright, as Hyakuya shook the offered hand.
"You are welcome. I am Hyakuya Yuichiro," and there was something about the boy in front of him which was rather infectious, something so hopeful and promising.
"I know. I doubt there is hardly a student here that does not know who you are," he commented a bit meekly, as Nejire coughed slightly, gaining his attention.
"Oh, I am sorry. You were there as well, and so I must thank you as well for saving my life and befriending my old friend," he said as he wrapped his arm around Amajiki's face.
"Hey," Amajiki protested weakly, though he did not counter those words.
"Oh, no matter. I am Hado Nejire, and you don't need to thank me. We are going to be heroes after all," and that was such a loaded word, as Mirio and Hado found themselves getting lost in their conversation.
The blonde boy was the only one who could perhaps match her in energy, as Amajiki slid beside him while Mirio joined Hado on the opposite side, as the four of them sat down for their lunch.
Amajiki and he exchanged glances as the two of them jumped from one topic to another, as they uttered their answer at once.
"There's two of them..."
"There's two of them..."
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AIZAWA SHOTA
It had been a few weeks since the start of classes, and the new students were looking rather promising. The class had its usual share of variety and was a mix of natural prodigies, promising talents, and a few lethargic delinquents.
Nothing too different than the usual, except for one singular student.
Truth was that Aizawa was not quite sure about the Principal's decision to let the boy named Hyakuya into the school, given his suspicious relationship with the HPSC.
Aizawa was amongst the few who knew of the dark side of their society, and of the rather unscrupulous ways and methods employed by the HPSC in dealing with these darker realities of Japan's heroic society.
The boy was ahead of his peers by miles, and while his quirk seemed rather simple at first glance, he had made it into an absolute powerhouse through sheer effort. His mastery over the size, speed, and patterns of those barriers of his gave him, in many ways, a perfect offense and defense, and the boy was creative enough to make good use of his abilities.
But it was not his abilities that worried him. It was his mind that raised his suspicions, and not without reason, as he showed the Principal blurred videos from a camera.
It was blurry, not angled correctly, yet one could see a shadowy figure standing on the roof opposite to the condo of the rather famous Hero Night Crawler. Suddenly, they saw a green cube form in his hands, before it shot forward in the blink of an eye and tore apart the legs of the famous hero.
The video was cut afterwards, and just recovering that little piece had taken a lot of effort from him.
"It's him," Aizawa answered, and Nezu could not deny that.
"And who was that Hero?' Nezu asked, and Aizawa was not one to shy away from paperwork.
"Night Crawler, real name Danzo Shimura. He is quite famous within the area, but I uncovered something else when I looked a bit deeper into him," and the files were in front of the Principal, who sifted through the folder.
"He was involved in drug and human trafficking," and he was not the first hero to use their profession as a cover for their heinous crimes, and neither would he be the last.
"Yes. He survived the attack, but the wounds make it so that he won't be able to continue as a hero anymore. That attack practically made him retire," and given the video they had watched, it was entirely intentional.
"He has already resigned and the Police have already been tipped of about the crimes, though the evidence about the involvement of Danzo Shimura has all been removed," and it was wrong of them to protect a man such as him, a man who was worse than many of the villains they apprehended, yet the HPSC thought it all to be necessary to protect the image of the Heroes.
"This proves that he indeed works for the HPSC," Aizawa argued.
"We already suspected that," Nezu countered, and while UA was not the governing power for Heroes, the school enjoyed quite a healthy amount of influence over the society.
In many ways, UA was as responsible as the HPSC in shaping Japan's society into what it was. If HPSC dealt with the dark side of their world, then UA was the one that led them in the light.
All Might, Endeavor, Snipe, Vlad, Thirteen. All of them were UA graduates and had inherited their spirit of heroism from this very school.
"Having him at this school would be in many ways succumbing to the ways and methods of the HPSC," Aizawa argued, as Nezu sat back.
"But it could also be a way of bringing our two worlds together. While controversial, the commission's actions have allowed us to maintain a crime rate of only six percent, far below the average of twenty percent worldwide. Perhaps, this is an opportunity for us to learn from them as much as it is one for us to influence them into bettering their ways," and maybe he was right.
"It could simply be a ploy from their new president to recruit new talent," and Nexu smiled at that as he sipped his tea.
"You need not worry about that. I will be sure to leave a warning to her," and given who he was, that would be plenty enough.
"It is time she and I had a little heart-to-heart," and Aizawa pitied the woman, for she was about to meet her match.
"Still, tell me about the boy himself," Nezu asked, and there was not much to say.
"He is talented, and he knows it. But he is not the kind to rest on his laurels. He tried to improve himself constantly, and has the preservation and the smarts to use his quirk to its full abilities," and Nezu nodded.
"What about his personality?" Aizawa thought about his group, and in the months since he had been here, he had formed a little group of his own.
"He is quiet, but he has formed a little group and is often seen with them," and Nezu's interests were piqued.
"Is that so?" and he nodded.
"Still keep an eye on him. But don't be too harsh, now that he is here, he is one of our students, and we should treat him as such," and Aizawa sighed.
"I hope that you are right," and Nezu smiled.
"I am...."
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And later that night, Miss President, the Head of the HPSC, sat in her office working when suddenly the lights in her office began to blink, making her perk up, and then she saw the screen of her computer flicker ominously as her heart began to hammer in her chest.
"Hey! Hey! What is going on!" she shouted, but no one answered, and she quickly reached for the phone, hoping to contact her secretary, and yet as soon as she put it to her ears, a rather unique voice came from the inside.
"It is good to finally reach you, Miss President...."
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