Stepping off the bus, you find yourself facing a place masterfully engineered—glittering and breathtaking. Disasters like floods, landslides, and fires are simulated with near-perfect precision.
"Whoa! This is amazing! So this is USJ?!" the students behind you shout, their voices bursting with excitement.
Their attention quickly shifts to someone in a space-themed hero costume—cool and unmistakably flashy.
"Floods, landslides, fires, and more... this is the disaster simulation training zone I created, and it's called…"
"Ultimate Space Jam!!"
The students erupt in awe and amazement.
"So this really is USJ, huh?"
"That's the space hero—No. 13! They're a highly respected pro hero known for incredible work in disaster rescue!" Midoriya exclaimed with visible excitement.
Now, your teacher steps forward and leans in to whisper something to No. 13. After a brief exchange, No. 13 turns to face the class once more.
"Before we begin, there are a few important things I need to say."
Their voice is clear and firm. The class immediately shifts into attentive silence.
"I'm sure some of you already know this, but... my quirk is Black Hole."
"Any material that gets sucked into the vortex... is reduced to dust."
Midoriya beams, raising a fist as he takes a step forward.
"That's right. But this power can also easily kill. Looked at that way, it's no different from anyone else's quirk here."
"In a world full of superpowered people, the laws surrounding quirks are strict—because they have to be. That's why we must all remember: your quirks can be dangerous."
"One wrong move, even unintentionally, can cost someone their life."
Silence blankets the group. The weight of those words sinks in, stirring uneasy thoughts no one had dared to voice before.
Meanwhile, on the sidelines, you let out a quiet yawn, covering your mouth. The boredom seems to pile up endlessly. Your half-lidded eyes glance sharply toward one of the corners of the zone.
"Alright, that's enough briefing. Let's begin our lesson. Today, we'll learn how to use our quirks to help people in need."
The mood lightens as everyone refocuses, ready for action. You sigh deeply.
Sigh... This is going to be such a boring lesson, you grumble inwardly.
Your teacher now stands in front of everyone, checking his watch silently before opening his mouth.
"Alright then… first—"
He suddenly freezes. His senses flare as something disturbs him. He spins quickly toward a shadow gathering in the corner of the zone.
Slowly... it grows. Larger, and larger still, until something emerges from within it.
A man steps forward, his face covered by a disembodied hand. His expression... grotesque.
"Everyone! Stay close together and don't move!" your teacher shouts.
Then, more figures begin to emerge—each just as twisted and repulsive.
"Who are they?" a few students whisper nervously.
"Don't move... they're villains!"
From behind the leader's sickening smile, you slowly rise to your feet.
"Kheheheh... hahahahaha!"
Startled, the other students turn to look at you.
What they see is a face swallowed by darkness—an expression no words could describe.
"Finally... some toys to play with."