The U.A. training ground buzzed with tension, a sprawling urban maze of concrete towers and steel girders designed for chaos. Class 1-A stood in our hero costumes, mine a green jumpsuit reinforced with Shock-Absorbing Insoles and the Kinetic Glove tucked in Dimensional Storage.
My heart pounded, not just from the mock battle ahead, but from the Gacha System's latest upheaval. Superpower, my renamed One For All, now burned at 20% mastery, its black sparks—changed overnight by the system—crackling faintly under my skin.
I'd spent what felt like days in Dimension Create's pocket dimension, training relentlessly, pushing Superpower's limit and honing the new telekinetic power until my body adapted. The black sparks felt ominous, like a veil drawn over my quirk to conceal it from prying eyes.
With Superpower at 20%, I felt a surge of confidence I'd never known. Bakugo's explosions were fierce, Todoroki's ice and fire devastating, but my raw strength, combined with versatility from Dimensional Storage and skills like Minor Telekinesis, Enhanced Reflexes, and Analytical Mind, made me untouchable among students.
Even third-years like Mirio, with his Permeation, couldn't match my potential yet—not without his full One For All. Pro heroes like All Might or Aizawa were in another league, their experience a wall I hadn't scaled, but in Class 1-A? I surpassed them all.
The thought humbled me, but it also fueled my resolve. I wasn't here to dominate; I was here to protect, to grow, to be the hero Inko believed in.
The system's neon interface pinged as I adjusted my gloves, its ding echoing in my mind like a distant alarm.
System Update: Skill Enhancement
Complete.
Minor Telekinesis upgraded to Major Telekinesis (A-Tier). Weight limit increased to 50kg, range to 20 meters. Precision and power improve with practice.
Superpower visual effect altered: Green sparks converted to black sparks for metaphysical alignment.
Daily Pull Initiated… Two Pulls Granted for Milestone: Combat Training Commencement.
Pull 1: Item – Energy Drink Pack (C-Tier)
Pull 2: Item – Ticket to World: Dragon Ball Super (S-Tier, One-Time Use, Use with extreme caution)
The first pull was mundane—an Energy Drink Pack that could boost stamina temporarily—but the second one hit like a thunderbolt. Goku's Kamehameha, Vegeta's pride, the sheer scale of power levels—it was a universe of limitless potential.
I could train there, learn techniques that dwarfed U.A.'s exercises, or even stock up on more Senzu Beans. But the "one-time use" clause and the warning to "use with extreme caution" made me hesitate. I stored it in Dimensional Storage, its presence a tantalizing weight in my mind. Not today. Maybe not ever.
All Might's voice boomed across the field, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Today's exercise: Battle Trial! Heroes versus Villains!" His buff form stood tall in his yellow suit, his iconic grin lighting up the group despite his hidden frailty. My memories flooded back—this was the exact trial from the manga, a pivotal moment where quirks clashed and alliances formed.
The villains guard a mock nuclear bomb, intending to "deploy" it. The heroes must foil the plan by either capturing the villains (using the provided capture tape to bind them) or touching/securing the bomb before time runs out. The villains win by protecting the bomb until the timer ends or by capturing the heroes.
Teams of two: heroes infiltrating the building, villains defending inside. It was a test of strategy, power, and heart, and I wasn't the quirkless underdog of the original story.
I had Superpower at 20%, Dimensional Storage with its living-being upgrade, Major Telekinesis, and my arsenal of skills: Enhanced Reflexes, Combat Instinct, Energy Efficiency, Analytical Mind, Adrenaline Surge, Tactical Coordination, and Dimension Create. I'd turn this into my proving ground.
Aizawa shuffled forward, his capture scarf twitching like a living thing. His eyes scanned us with that signature boredom masking intensity. "Teams are randomized. Midoriya and Uraraka, you're heroes. Iida and Bakugo, you're villains. Villains, guard the bomb on the fifth floor of the building. Heroes, either capture the villains with the tape or touch the bomb to secure it. Villains, protect the bomb at all costs or capture the heroes. You have 15 minutes. No lethal force, but push your limits."
My stomach twisted. Uraraka as my partner—her Zero Gravity was a perfect complement to my abilities, allowing for floating traps and mobility. But going up against Iida's unyielding speed and Bakugo's explosive fury? This matchup was stacked against us, just like in my past-life memories of the series.
Bakugo's scowl deepened, his red eyes locking onto me with that familiar disdain. "Don't screw this up, Deku," he growled, cracking his knuckles. Iida adjusted his glasses, his posture rigid. "We shall execute our roles with precision and honor!"
Uraraka bounced over, her brown bob haircut framing her excited face. "Midoriya! We're a team! Let's make this fun and win!"
Her optimism was infectious, a bright spot in the tension. I nodded, my knowledge reminding me of her financial struggles and her dream to support her family. She deserved this victory as much as I did.
"Yeah, let's strategize on the way in," I said, forcing confidence into my voice. As the villains headed inside first to set up, we studied the building schematic. My Combat Instinct tingled, mapping potential threats: narrow hallways for ambushes, weak floors for collapses, and high ceilings for aerial maneuvers.
Inside, the air was stale, dust motes dancing in the fluorescent lights. The villains had the fifth floor, a cluttered space with the glowing nuclear prop in the center, surrounded by crates, barrels, and scattered debris that looked like it could have come from Dagobah Beach. Perfect for defense.
As heroes, our goal was clear: infiltrate, avoid capture, and either bind both villains with the capture tape or reach and touch the bomb's core to "secure" it.
"Plan time," I whispered to Uraraka as we entered the lower floors stealthily. My Analytical Mind already breaking it down.
"Your Zero Gravity can make objects weightless—pair that with my Major Telekinesis to create floating barriers or projectiles. I'll handle close combat with Superpower and use Dimensional Storage for surprises. Tactical Coordination will help us sync up; I can predict your moves if we communicate. Primary goal: get you to the bomb to touch it while I distract. Secondary: capture them if opportunity arises."
Uraraka's eyes lit up. "Sounds awesome! I can float you too for quick dodges or sneak attacks."
"Let's set traps along the way." I focused, Major Telekinesis humming in my mind as I lifted a 40kg crate effortlessly from a lower floor, positioning it as a potential ambush tool.
Uraraka touched debris piles, negating gravity to turn them into floating hazards we could trigger later. Energy Efficiency kept my quirk usage steady, no fatigue creeping in yet.
I marveled at how far I'd come. In the original story, Izuku broke his bones here just to redirect one blast. Me? I was ready, my body honed from pocket dimension sessions where time bent to my will.
With Superpower at 20%, I could outlift Kirishima's Hardening, outpace Iida's Engine, and even match Todoroki's raw power in bursts.
The class was talented—Momo's Creation, Mina's Acid, Kaminari's Electricity—but my combination of strength, versatility, and skills put me above them all.
Even in other classes, like Monoma's Copy or Shinso's Brainwashing, nothing compared to my potential. Only pro heroes like All Might in his prime or Endeavor could truly challenge me. It was a responsibility, not a boast—I had to use this power wisely.
A distant rumble shook the building. They were ready.
The infiltration began smoothly—we ascended quietly, avoiding direct confrontation at first. Combat Instinct pinged—Bakugo was likely hunting, Iida guarding the bomb rigidly.
I activated Dimension Create briefly, slipping into the timeless gray void for what felt like minutes to simulate entry paths and counters. A quick Senzu Bean (15 left) reset any minor strain. I destroyed the dimension, reemerging after just seconds outside.
Uraraka blinked at me. "You okay? You zoned out."
"Just planning," I said, black sparks flickering as we reached the fourth floor.
Bakugo struck first, exploding through a wall ahead. "Deku! Found you!" His blast rocketed toward us, heat singeing the air.
Enhanced Reflexes kicked in; I dodged fluidly, summoning a steel plate from Dimensional Storage. Superpower at 20% braced it effortlessly, black sparks absorbing the impact without budge.
"Uraraka, go high—float yourself and head for the bomb!" I yelled. She nodded, touching herself to levitate toward the ceiling vents.
Bakugo snarled, propelling himself with explosions. I countered with Major Telekinesis, yanking debris (pre-floated by Uraraka earlier) into his path like missiles.
He blasted them apart, but it bought time.
Iida's voice echoed from above: "Intruders detected! Protecting the payload with utmost villainy!" His Engine roared as he zipped down to intercept Uraraka.
Combat Instinct warned me—I leaped, Superpower boosting me higher than any classmate could, black sparks trailing. I telekinetically pulled Uraraka out of Iida's kick range, then slammed a 50kg beam toward him. He dodged with speed, but the distraction worked.
Bakugo closed in, gauntlets priming. "Die, Deku!" A massive blast erupted. I used Adrenaline Surge, pushing to 22% briefly—black sparks flaring as I punched the air, creating a shockwave that dispersed the explosion harmlessly. The force sent Bakugo skidding back.
Uraraka floated past Iida, who pursued relentlessly. "You shall not touch the weapon!" He feinted, engines blazing.
I intervened, dropping down with Superpower-enhanced speed.
A telekinetic push shoved Iida into a wall, followed by a 20% kick—black sparks amplifying the impact beyond Kirishima's hardened strikes. Iida staggered, winded but recovering fast.
The room shook from Bakugo's follow-up: "Howitzer Impact!" A spinning vortex of explosions tore toward us. Analytical Mind calculated weaknesses—I summoned the Sonic Disruptor from storage, firing a stunning wave that disrupted his focus mid-attack. The blast veered off, exploding harmlessly.
Uraraka, now near the bomb, dodged Iida's grabs. "Almost there!"
Bakugo charged me directly, palms sparking. Close quarters—perfect. Enhanced Reflexes and Combat Instinct read his patterns like an open book. I dodged, countered with a Kinetic Glove punch amplified by Superpower, the shockwave sending him crashing into crates.
Iida split his attention, speeding between Uraraka and me. I used Major Telekinesis to pin him mid-dash against the ceiling temporarily—50kg limit barely strained.
In the chaos, Uraraka floated over the final barriers, reaching out... her hand touched the glowing core of the bomb just as the timer hit critical.
The buzzer sounded. Heroes win—bomb secured.
Exhausted but triumphant, we regrouped outside. All Might's applause rang out. "Magnificent, young Midoriya and Uraraka! Your synergy and adaptability turned the tide—securing the bomb with flawless teamwork!" Aizawa grunted approval. "Passable. Review the footage—learn from mistakes."
Bakugo fumed, his glare burning. "This changes nothing, Deku. Next time..." His voice trailed off in frustration, but he didn't press further. Iida bowed deeply. "A worthy contest. Your tactics were exemplary—I shall endeavor to improve."
Uraraka hugged me impulsively, her cheeks flushed. "We did it! You're amazing, Midoriya—those black sparks are so cool!" My heart skipped, memories of the series' friendships warming me.
This was Class 1-A, my new family. With Superpower at 20%, I'd outshone Bakugo's explosions and Iida's speed, my power a level above.
Even if Todoroki had been my opponent, his ice wouldn't hold against my strength, and Momo's creations couldn't match my versatility.
Across U.A., from Class 1-B's Kendo to the third-years (except Mirio's unique combo), no student could surpass me now. Only pros like Eraser Head, with his quirk-erasing eyes, or All Might's experience kept me in check.
In the observation room, that familiar tug hit—Combat Instinct. Mirio Togata watched from afar, his grin wide but eyes probing. He was All Might's true successor, One For All's bearer. Any closer, and complications could unravel everything.
Back in the classroom, Class 1-A debriefed. Kirishima slapped my back. "Midoriya, you owned that! Those telekinetic throws were manly!" Tsuyu tilted her head.
"Ribbit, your quirk evolution is impressive. Keep it up." Todoroki sat quietly, his heterochromatic eyes flicking my way—curious? I wondered how my 20% Superpower would fare against his full Half-Hot Half-Cold; for now, I knew my edge in raw power would prevail.
Kaminari sparked with laughter. "Dude, you have like a million gadgets! Teach me sometime." Mina Ashido danced over, her acid quirk leaving faint trails. "Team Float and Smash! You two are adorable!"
Momo Yaoyorozu approached, her ponytail swaying. "Your resourcefulness is inspiring, Midoriya. If you need created items for future trials, let me know."
Aizawa dismissed us with a warning: "Tomorrow's quirk training. Don't slack." As I packed up, Uraraka chatted about her family's construction business, her dream spilling out. I listened, empathizing—she was more than a character; she was real, driven(hot & sexy). With my power surpassing hers and the class, I felt a duty to lift them up, not overshadow.
Walking home, Inko's face lit up at my recount (minus the system secrets). "Izuku, you're growing so fast! Dinner's your favorite—katsu curry." Her hug grounded me, a reminder of why I fought: for her, for this world I'd been reborn into.
In my room, I reviewed the day. The Energy Drink Pack was basic, but the Ticket to World: Dragon Ball Super loomed large. A created universe, one visit.
Training with Super Saiyans could skyrocket my power beyond even pro heroes, but the risks—structural disruptions, system complications—held me back.
Superpower at 20%, black sparks hiding its origins, felt like a double-edged sword. I'd surpassed Class 1-A and U.A.'s students, my strength unmatched among peers, but true heroism was about control, not conquest.
The system chimed softly.
User Growth Recognized: Battle Trial Success. Superpower at 20% stabilized. Major Telekinesis integration detected.
System Notice: Avoid prolonged exposure to One For All's successor. Black sparks implemented to mask Superpower's signature. Further upgrades pending heroic alignment.
Mirio. The vestiges, All Might's legacy—I was an anomaly, a fan with a hacked quirk. But Class 1-A's bonds, Uraraka's trust, Inko's love—they made it worth it. Black sparks or not, I'd become the hero this world needed.