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Chapter 2: The Aftermath
The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the U.A. campus as the entrance exam came to an end. Students began trickling out of the battle centers, some elated and others completely exhausted. Jun'ichirō "Yamamoto" Yamamoto, however, was not among the weary. He had already made his way back to the examination hall, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he replayed the day's events in his mind.
He hadn't expected much from the exam, but the fact that he had made such an impact, even in the background, gave him an odd sense of satisfaction. The lasers, the precision shots, the strategic destruction of the zero-pointer, it had all worked out better than he could have hoped for. But there was one thing that bothered him—he had avoided the spotlight.
"At least, for now," he muttered to himself as he entered the hall.
The atmosphere inside was tense, with students milling about, still reeling from the chaotic test. Some were talking in hushed voices, while others stared at the floor, deep in thought. Jun took a seat in the back of the hall, trying his best to blend into the crowd.
It wasn't long before the teachers filed in, one by one, with Present Mic leading the group. The loud, boisterous man didn't seem to have the same energy he did earlier, now that the exam had wrapped up. His bright smile was replaced with a more serious expression as he cleared his throat.
"Alright, listen up, everyone! The exam is over, but your real test is just beginning! You all did well today, but we've got a lot to go through before we make our decisions. We'll be calling you in individually to give you your results."
The room fell silent, and students began exchanging nervous glances. Some had performed well, others not so much. Jun didn't feel the need to worry. His quirk had given him an edge in the exam, and his analytical mind had always been a strength. It wasn't arrogance, just a fact.
He leaned back in his chair, his mind drifting back to the moment when he'd destroyed the zero-pointer. That moment had been crucial. The giant robot was an overwhelming obstacle, one that would have wiped out a number of students if it wasn't dealt with quickly. He wasn't trying to steal the spotlight, but saving those students? It felt good. Even better, he hadn't let himself get carried away by the chaos.
"I'm proud of you, son," his father's voice echoed in his mind, and for a moment, he smiled.
His thoughts were interrupted by Present Mic calling his name. Jun stood up, his feet moving before his mind could process what was happening. He made his way to the front, where the teachers were gathered, eyes glinting with curiosity.
Present Mic gestured for him to take a seat at the table. "Jun'ichirō Yamamoto, huh? You've got some impressive numbers to your name. But we need to talk about your performance."
Jun sat down, maintaining his composure. "What's the problem?"
"We need to know how you handled the zero-pointer," said Aizawa, the stoic teacher with the disheveled appearance, his sharp eyes boring into him. "You disabled it with a single shot from a distance. Your quirk—what exactly is it?"
Jun paused for a moment, his mind working quickly. He couldn't reveal everything about his quirk. That would be too risky, especially with the possibility of someone discovering the alien nature of his powers. Instead, he settled for something that sounded plausible, even if it wasn't entirely true.
"I have a transformation quirk," he explained calmly. "It allows me to enhance my physical abilities and adapt to various situations, including changing my body to fit certain functions. The laser, for example, is a result of my adaptation to certain weapons or machinery." He glanced around the table to see if anyone seemed suspicious of his explanation. No one seemed to blink, so he continued. "I'm still learning to fully control it, but it's a work in progress."
Aizawa didn't seem convinced but didn't press the issue further. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of his face as he observed Jun. "Your quirk doesn't match anything we've seen before. You're certainly unique, and that's a good thing, but you'll need to hone those abilities if you want to make it as a pro hero."
"That's the plan," Jun replied with a slight nod.
Just as Aizawa was about to say something else, Nezu, the small, mischievous principal, chimed in. "We've been keeping an eye on your performance, Jun'ichirō, and I must say, you are quite the strategist. Your precision with the laser and your quick thinking with the zero-pointer did not go unnoticed."
Jun kept his face neutral. "Thank you."
Nezu smiled, showing his sharp teeth. "It seems you're destined for something more than just ordinary hero work. But that doesn't mean you should take it easy. Hero work requires more than just strength. It requires intellect, adaptability, and an unwavering spirit."
"You're right," Jun said, his voice calm but determined. "I won't let my abilities go to waste."
Snipe, the sharpshooting teacher, spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've got to hand it to you, kid. Those shots were impressive. I'd say you've got the skills of someone who's been training for years. What's your background?"
Jun was momentarily caught off guard by the question. He hadn't prepared for an inquiry about his past, but he quickly recovered. "I've always had a strong interest in tactics and precision. I used to play games where accuracy was key, so I guess it just came naturally to me."
Present Mic chuckled. "Games, huh? That's an interesting way of putting it. But hey, whatever works, right?"
Jun didn't comment. Instead, he focused on the room, looking at the teachers, trying to gauge their thoughts. They were all very sharp, and the scrutiny was starting to make him feel a bit uneasy.
Eventually, Nezu stood up, his small figure still commanding attention. "We've seen enough for now. You've all performed admirably, but don't get too comfortable. The real challenge starts when you step foot in this school. We'll be announcing the results shortly."
Jun stood up to leave, but Aizawa's voice stopped him. "One last thing, Jun'ichirō. You'll need to keep your powers under control. We can't have you drawing too much attention to yourself."
Jun nodded, though internally, he smirked. Keeping his powers under control? He'd learned to master them years ago.
As he left the room, the weight of what had just happened began to sink in. He hadn't made the splash he was expecting, but that was a good thing. Being in the spotlight too soon could be dangerous. He had to play his cards carefully, at least for now.
Meanwhile, back in the control room, the teachers of U.A. continued to discuss the various students' performances. Nezu sat back in his chair, a smile still playing on his lips as he turned to Snipe.
"Looks like you lost the bet, Snipe," Nezu said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Snipe groaned. "I swear, you tricked me into that bet on purpose."
"Of course, I did. But you'll be fine. A game of chess is hardly a punishment."
Snipe rolled his eyes, but he knew Nezu was right. A game of chess with the principal wasn't the worst thing that could happen.
As the day wore on, the results began to pour in, and Jun waited, a sense of anticipation building in his chest. The results would come, and they would come fast. But for now, he had a moment to himself, a chance to reflect on what he had just accomplished.
He had made it through the exam without any major incidents, and now it was time to see what U.A. had in store for him.
As he sat in his room that night, staring out the window at the stars, he thought about the future. U.A. was just the beginning. There was so much more he could do, and he was determined to be the best version of himself.
Tomorrow would be a new day. And Jun was ready for whatever it brought.
End of Chapter 2