Chapter 3: The Beginning of the Journey
The sun had barely risen, casting its first warm rays through the curtains of Jun'ichirō Yamamoto's small dorm room at U.A. High School. It had only been a day since the entrance exam, and Jun already had a mixture of excitement and apprehension brewing inside him. He knew he had done well, but now came the real test: actually becoming a student at U.A. and proving he had what it took to survive the harsh training ahead.
Jun lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a few moments. The events of the previous day still replayed in his mind: the exam, the way he had handled the zero-pointer, his conversation with the teachers—particularly Principal Nezu's cryptic remarks. "You're destined for something more than ordinary hero work." The words echoed in his mind like an omen, a suggestion that something big was waiting for him at U.A.
He wasn't sure what it meant yet, but Jun had learned long ago to trust his instincts. His previous life had been full of unanswered questions and mysteries—perhaps this new world would answer a few of those lingering curiosities. Or maybe it would bring even more challenges.
"I guess I'll find out soon enough," Jun muttered to himself as he pulled himself out of bed. The room was small but comfortable, with a single bed, a desk, and a few bookshelves lined with various textbooks about quirks and hero training. There was a sense of organization to it, a structure he had grown accustomed to in his past life.
Looking at his reflection in the small mirror across the room, Jun quickly ran a hand through his dark hair. His eyes were sharp, always alert, with a hint of curiosity and determination hidden beneath his calm exterior. He wasn't the loud, flashy type like some of the others in the entrance exam. He had always preferred to observe first, understand his environment, and then act with precision. In a world where superpowers were the norm, subtlety could be just as deadly as strength.
Jun glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for the official results of the exam to be posted. He had been waiting for this moment ever since the exam had ended, and now, it was finally here.
The hallway outside the dormitory buzzed with nervous energy as students gathered near the large notice board. Some were talking to one another, while others were pacing back and forth in anticipation. Jun stood at the back of the crowd, keeping to himself. The atmosphere reminded him of high school back in his previous life—the same nervous energy, the same desperate hope that came with trying to prove yourself. But this was no ordinary school. This was U.A. High, the birthplace of the next generation of Pro Heroes.
"Alright, alright! Calm down, everyone!" a voice shouted from the front of the crowd. Jun recognized it immediately—it was Present Mic, whose booming voice echoed down the hall. "The results are coming! But remember, don't get too cocky just yet. The real challenges are still ahead!"
The students hushed, their eyes darting to the board where the results would soon appear. Jun's heart beat a little faster now. His body might have been calm, but there was a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. He knew that he had done well in the exam—his transformation quirk and combat prowess had given him an edge. But what would they think of him? He wasn't the type to shout about his achievements. He wasn't the loud, attention-grabbing hero everyone expected. What would the teachers think of that?
As if to answer his question, the large screen on the notice board flickered to life, and the names of the students appeared, each followed by their scores.
"Here we go," Jun murmured under his breath.
The names quickly scrolled down the list. Some students were celebrating, others visibly deflated as they scanned the results. A few names stood out immediately—Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto—all familiar names from his research before entering the school. Jun had kept a close eye on the other students, especially the ones who had made a strong impression during the exam. He had been analyzing their quirks and strategies from the start. He had no doubt that those three were going to be serious competition.
Finally, Jun's name appeared. Jun'ichirō Yamamoto – 92 points.
The number was high. Very high. It wasn't the highest, but it was more than enough to secure him a place in the school. Jun allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as he scanned the list for the others. He wasn't looking for validation, but it was nice to see that his quiet approach had paid off.
"Hey, did you see this?" a voice called from behind him. Jun turned to see Jiro, the girl he had spoken to on the bus yesterday, pointing at the board. Her eyes were wide with excitement. "You did amazing! You're in!"
Jun glanced at her name. "Jiro Kyoka – 65 points." It was decent, but not enough to land her at the top of the list. Still, she was clearly pleased with her result.
"I guess we both made it," Jun said with a grin. "Congrats."
Jiro smiled, her expression softening. "Thanks, you too. I couldn't believe it when I saw your score. You must be some kind of genius or something."
"Hardly," Jun replied with a shrug. "Just some practice, that's all."
Jiro laughed, clearly impressed by his modesty. "You're way too humble. You must've really put in the work. I didn't expect to be anywhere near you in points."
"Well, you did great too," Jun said. "You have a solid quirk and a good head on your shoulders. You just need to fine-tune it."
Jiro looked a little bashful, but her grin grew wider. "Maybe. But you're the one who saved me from those robots. Twice! I'm still not sure how you took them out from so far away."
Jun didn't answer immediately. The way he had taken out the zero-pointer with his laser blast had been instinctual, almost effortless. But it wasn't just a matter of power—it was strategy, precision, and adaptation. His quirk, Upgrade, allowed him to tap into the technology around him and adapt his body for different functions. That was what had made him so effective in the exam.
"I just did what I had to do," Jun said, his tone casual. "I didn't want to risk the others getting hurt."
The conversation was interrupted as Present Mic clapped his hands, bringing the crowd to attention once again. "Alright, class! Now that the results are in, it's time for your orientation! Gather up, gather up!"
Jun followed the other students into the large hall, where a podium stood at the front, flanked by teachers. The room quieted as Nezu, the principal, stepped up to the podium with his usual mischievous smile.
"Well, well, well," Nezu began, his voice high-pitched but commanding. "You've all made it this far, but the real test is just beginning. U.A. High isn't for the faint of heart. You'll be tested, pushed, and challenged in ways you can't imagine. But if you survive, you'll have the chance to become a Pro Hero, the best of the best. Are you ready for that?"
The students exchanged nervous glances, but there was no hesitation in Jun's eyes. He had already made up his mind. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he was going to rise to the occasion.
"Remember," Nezu continued, "You've all been selected because you show promise, but promise alone isn't enough. You'll need more than just power. You'll need intelligence, discipline, and teamwork. At U.A., we'll teach you all that, but it's up to you to make the most of it."
The teachers behind Nezu stepped forward, each one introducing themselves. Snipe, the sharpshooter; Aizawa, the stern and silent teacher; and even Present Mic, who was clearly excited to get started. Each of them was a veteran in the field, and Jun could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on him.
"Alright!" Present Mic shouted, his energy infectious. "You're officially U.A. students now! But don't get too comfortable. The first day of training is tomorrow. Be prepared to give it everything you've got!"
As the teachers filed out of the room, the students were left to their own devices, and Jun couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation growing inside him. He had made it this far, but the real test was only just beginning.
The next morning came faster than Jun expected. The sun had barely risen, and the students were already gathered in the gymnasium, facing their first true test as U.A. students. Jun stood at the back of the group, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, his eyes scanning the room. His mind was already working, analyzing the situation, anticipating what was to come.
Aizawa stood at the front of the group, his sharp gaze scanning each student.
"Today," he began, "You'll be tested not just on your individual abilities, but on your teamwork. You'll need to work together to achieve your goals. If you can't cooperate, you won't make it."
Jun's heart rate quickened as he realized what kind of test was about to begin. This was no ordinary exam. This was the real deal.
Chapter 3: The Beginning of the Journey
The sun had barely risen, casting its first warm rays through the curtains of Jun'ichirō Yamamoto's small dorm room at U.A. High School. It had only been a day since the entrance exam, and Jun already had a mixture of excitement and apprehension brewing inside him. He knew he had done well, but now came the real test: actually becoming a student at U.A. and proving he had what it took to survive the harsh training ahead.
Jun lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a few moments. The events of the previous day still replayed in his mind: the exam, the way he had handled the zero-pointer, his conversation with the teachers—particularly Principal Nezu's cryptic remarks. "You're destined for something more than ordinary hero work." The words echoed in his mind like an omen, a suggestion that something big was waiting for him at U.A.
He wasn't sure what it meant yet, but Jun had learned long ago to trust his instincts. His previous life had been full of unanswered questions and mysteries—perhaps this new world would answer a few of those lingering curiosities. Or maybe it would bring even more challenges.
"I guess I'll find out soon enough," Jun muttered to himself as he pulled himself out of bed. The room was small but comfortable, with a single bed, a desk, and a few bookshelves lined with various textbooks about quirks and hero training. There was a sense of organization to it, a structure he had grown accustomed to in his past life.
Looking at his reflection in the small mirror across the room, Jun quickly ran a hand through his dark hair. His eyes were sharp, always alert, with a hint of curiosity and determination hidden beneath his calm exterior. He wasn't the loud, flashy type like some of the others in the entrance exam. He had always preferred to observe first, understand his environment, and then act with precision. In a world where superpowers were the norm, subtlety could be just as deadly as strength.
Jun glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for the official results of the exam to be posted. He had been waiting for this moment ever since the exam had ended, and now, it was finally here.
The hallway outside the dormitory buzzed with nervous energy as students gathered near the large notice board. Some were talking to one another, while others were pacing back and forth in anticipation. Jun stood at the back of the crowd, keeping to himself. The atmosphere reminded him of high school back in his previous life—the same nervous energy, the same desperate hope that came with trying to prove yourself. But this was no ordinary school. This was U.A. High, the birthplace of the next generation of Pro Heroes.
"Alright, alright! Calm down, everyone!" a voice shouted from the front of the crowd. Jun recognized it immediately—it was Present Mic, whose booming voice echoed down the hall. "The results are coming! But remember, don't get too cocky just yet. The real challenges are still ahead!"
The students hushed, their eyes darting to the board where the results would soon appear. Jun's heart beat a little faster now. His body might have been calm, but there was a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. He knew that he had done well in the exam—his transformation quirk and combat prowess had given him an edge. But what would they think of him? He wasn't the type to shout about his achievements. He wasn't the loud, attention-grabbing hero everyone expected. What would the teachers think of that?
As if to answer his question, the large screen on the notice board flickered to life, and the names of the students appeared, each followed by their scores.
"Here we go," Jun murmured under his breath.
The names quickly scrolled down the list. Some students were celebrating, others visibly deflated as they scanned the results. A few names stood out immediately—Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto—all familiar names from his research before entering the school. Jun had kept a close eye on the other students, especially the ones who had made a strong impression during the exam. He had been analyzing their quirks and strategies from the start. He had no doubt that those three were going to be serious competition.
Finally, Jun's name appeared. Jun'ichirō Yamamoto – 92 points.
The number was high. Very high. It wasn't the highest, but it was more than enough to secure him a place in the school. Jun allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as he scanned the list for the others. He wasn't looking for validation, but it was nice to see that his quiet approach had paid off.
"Hey, did you see this?" a voice called from behind him. Jun turned to see Jiro, the girl he had spoken to on the bus yesterday, pointing at the board. Her eyes were wide with excitement. "You did amazing! You're in!"
Jun glanced at her name. "Jiro Kyoka – 65 points." It was decent, but not enough to land her at the top of the list. Still, she was clearly pleased with her result.
"I guess we both made it," Jun said with a grin. "Congrats."
Jiro smiled, her expression softening. "Thanks, you too. I couldn't believe it when I saw your score. You must be some kind of genius or something."
"Hardly," Jun replied with a shrug. "Just some practice, that's all."
Jiro laughed, clearly impressed by his modesty. "You're way too humble. You must've really put in the work. I didn't expect to be anywhere near you in points."
"Well, you did great too," Jun said. "You have a solid quirk and a good head on your shoulders. You just need to fine-tune it."
Jiro looked a little bashful, but her grin grew wider. "Maybe. But you're the one who saved me from those robots. Twice! I'm still not sure how you took them out from so far away."
Jun didn't answer immediately. The way he had taken out the zero-pointer with his laser blast had been instinctual, almost effortless. But it wasn't just a matter of power—it was strategy, precision, and adaptation. His quirk, Upgrade, allowed him to tap into the technology around him and adapt his body for different functions. That was what had made him so effective in the exam.
"I just did what I had to do," Jun said, his tone casual. "I didn't want to risk the others getting hurt."
The conversation was interrupted as Present Mic clapped his hands, bringing the crowd to attention once again. "Alright, class! Now that the results are in, it's time for your orientation! Gather up, gather up!"
Jun followed the other students into the large hall, where a podium stood at the front, flanked by teachers. The room quieted as Nezu, the principal, stepped up to the podium with his usual mischievous smile.
"Well, well, well," Nezu began, his voice high-pitched but commanding. "You've all made it this far, but the real test is just beginning. U.A. High isn't for the faint of heart. You'll be tested, pushed, and challenged in ways you can't imagine. But if you survive, you'll have the chance to become a Pro Hero, the best of the best. Are you ready for that?"
The students exchanged nervous glances, but there was no hesitation in Jun's eyes. He had already made up his mind. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he was going to rise to the occasion.
"Remember," Nezu continued, "You've all been selected because you show promise, but promise alone isn't enough. You'll need more than just power. You'll need intelligence, discipline, and teamwork. At U.A., we'll teach you all that, but it's up to you to make the most of it."
The teachers behind Nezu stepped forward, each one introducing themselves. Snipe, the sharpshooter; Aizawa, the stern and silent teacher; and even Present Mic, who was clearly excited to get started. Each of them was a veteran in the field, and Jun could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on him.
"Alright!" Present Mic shouted, his energy infectious. "You're officially U.A. students now! But don't get too comfortable. The first day of training is tomorrow. Be prepared to give it everything you've got!"
As the teachers filed out of the room, the students were left to their own devices, and Jun couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation growing inside him. He had made it this far, but the real test was only just beginning.
The next morning came faster than Jun expected. The sun had barely risen, and the students were already gathered in the gymnasium, facing their first true test as U.A. students. Jun stood at the back of the group, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, his eyes scanning the room. His mind was already working, analyzing the situation, anticipating what was to come.
Aizawa stood at the front of the group, his sharp gaze scanning each student.
"Today," he began, "You'll be tested not just on your individual abilities, but on your teamwork. You'll need to work together to achieve your goals. If you can't cooperate, you won't make it."
Jun's heart rate quickened as he realized what kind of test was about to begin. This was no ordinary exam. This was the real deal.
Chapter 3: The Beginning of the Journey
The sun had barely risen, casting its first warm rays through the curtains of Jun'ichirō Yamamoto's small dorm room at U.A. High School. It had only been a day since the entrance exam, and Jun already had a mixture of excitement and apprehension brewing inside him. He knew he had done well, but now came the real test: actually becoming a student at U.A. and proving he had what it took to survive the harsh training ahead.
Jun lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a few moments. The events of the previous day still replayed in his mind: the exam, the way he had handled the zero-pointer, his conversation with the teachers—particularly Principal Nezu's cryptic remarks. "You're destined for something more than ordinary hero work." The words echoed in his mind like an omen, a suggestion that something big was waiting for him at U.A.
He wasn't sure what it meant yet, but Jun had learned long ago to trust his instincts. His previous life had been full of unanswered questions and mysteries—perhaps this new world would answer a few of those lingering curiosities. Or maybe it would bring even more challenges.
"I guess I'll find out soon enough," Jun muttered to himself as he pulled himself out of bed. The room was small but comfortable, with a single bed, a desk, and a few bookshelves lined with various textbooks about quirks and hero training. There was a sense of organization to it, a structure he had grown accustomed to in his past life.
Looking at his reflection in the small mirror across the room, Jun quickly ran a hand through his dark hair. His eyes were sharp, always alert, with a hint of curiosity and determination hidden beneath his calm exterior. He wasn't the loud, flashy type like some of the others in the entrance exam. He had always preferred to observe first, understand his environment, and then act with precision. In a world where superpowers were the norm, subtlety could be just as deadly as strength.
Jun glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for the official results of the exam to be posted. He had been waiting for this moment ever since the exam had ended, and now, it was finally here.
The hallway outside the dormitory buzzed with nervous energy as students gathered near the large notice board. Some were talking to one another, while others were pacing back and forth in anticipation. Jun stood at the back of the crowd, keeping to himself. The atmosphere reminded him of high school back in his previous life—the same nervous energy, the same desperate hope that came with trying to prove yourself. But this was no ordinary school. This was U.A. High, the birthplace of the next generation of Pro Heroes.
"Alright, alright! Calm down, everyone!" a voice shouted from the front of the crowd. Jun recognized it immediately—it was Present Mic, whose booming voice echoed down the hall. "The results are coming! But remember, don't get too cocky just yet. The real challenges are still ahead!"
The students hushed, their eyes darting to the board where the results would soon appear. Jun's heart beat a little faster now. His body might have been calm, but there was a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. He knew that he had done well in the exam—his transformation quirk and combat prowess had given him an edge. But what would they think of him? He wasn't the type to shout about his achievements. He wasn't the loud, attention-grabbing hero everyone expected. What would the teachers think of that?
As if to answer his question, the large screen on the notice board flickered to life, and the names of the students appeared, each followed by their scores.
"Here we go," Jun murmured under his breath.
The names quickly scrolled down the list. Some students were celebrating, others visibly deflated as they scanned the results. A few names stood out immediately—Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto—all familiar names from his research before entering the school. Jun had kept a close eye on the other students, especially the ones who had made a strong impression during the exam. He had been analyzing their quirks and strategies from the start. He had no doubt that those three were going to be serious competition.
Finally, Jun's name appeared. Jun'ichirō Yamamoto – 92 points.
The number was high. Very high. It wasn't the highest, but it was more than enough to secure him a place in the school. Jun allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as he scanned the list for the others. He wasn't looking for validation, but it was nice to see that his quiet approach had paid off.
"Hey, did you see this?" a voice called from behind him. Jun turned to see Jiro, the girl he had spoken to on the bus yesterday, pointing at the board. Her eyes were wide with excitement. "You did amazing! You're in!"
Jun glanced at her name. "Jiro Kyoka – 65 points." It was decent, but not enough to land her at the top of the list. Still, she was clearly pleased with her result.
"I guess we both made it," Jun said with a grin. "Congrats."
Jiro smiled, her expression softening. "Thanks, you too. I couldn't believe it when I saw your score. You must be some kind of genius or something."
"Hardly," Jun replied with a shrug. "Just some practice, that's all."
Jiro laughed, clearly impressed by his modesty. "You're way too humble. You must've really put in the work. I didn't expect to be anywhere near you in points."
"Well, you did great too," Jun said. "You have a solid quirk and a good head on your shoulders. You just need to fine-tune it."
Jiro looked a little bashful, but her grin grew wider. "Maybe. But you're the one who saved me from those robots. Twice! I'm still not sure how you took them out from so far away."
Jun didn't answer immediately. The way he had taken out the zero-pointer with his laser blast had been instinctual, almost effortless. But it wasn't just a matter of power—it was strategy, precision, and adaptation. His quirk, Upgrade, allowed him to tap into the technology around him and adapt his body for different functions. That was what had made him so effective in the exam.
"I just did what I had to do," Jun said, his tone casual. "I didn't want to risk the others getting hurt."
The conversation was interrupted as Present Mic clapped his hands, bringing the crowd to attention once again. "Alright, class! Now that the results are in, it's time for your orientation! Gather up, gather up!"
Jun followed the other students into the large hall, where a podium stood at the front, flanked by teachers. The room quieted as Nezu, the principal, stepped up to the podium with his usual mischievous smile.
"Well, well, well," Nezu began, his voice high-pitched but commanding. "You've all made it this far, but the real test is just beginning. U.A. High isn't for the faint of heart. You'll be tested, pushed, and challenged in ways you can't imagine. But if you survive, you'll have the chance to become a Pro Hero, the best of the best. Are you ready for that?"
The students exchanged nervous glances, but there was no hesitation in Jun's eyes. He had already made up his mind. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he was going to rise to the occasion.
"Remember," Nezu continued, "You've all been selected because you show promise, but promise alone isn't enough. You'll need more than just power. You'll need intelligence, discipline, and teamwork. At U.A., we'll teach you all that, but it's up to you to make the most of it."
The teachers behind Nezu stepped forward, each one introducing themselves. Snipe, the sharpshooter; Aizawa, the stern and silent teacher; and even Present Mic, who was clearly excited to get started. Each of them was a veteran in the field, and Jun could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on him.
"Alright!" Present Mic shouted, his energy infectious. "You're officially U.A. students now! But don't get too comfortable. The first day of training is tomorrow. Be prepared to give it everything you've got!"
As the teachers filed out of the room, the students were left to their own devices, and Jun couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation growing inside him. He had made it this far, but the real test was only just beginning.
The next morning came faster than Jun expected. The sun had barely risen, and the students were already gathered in the gymnasium, facing their first true test as U.A. students. Jun stood at the back of the group, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, his eyes scanning the room. His mind was already working, analyzing the situation, anticipating what was to come.
Aizawa stood at the front of the group, his sharp gaze scanning each student.
"Today," he began, "You'll be tested not just on your individual abilities, but on your teamwork. You'll need to work together to achieve your goals. If you can't cooperate, you won't make it."
Jun's heart rate quickened as he realized what kind of test was about to begin. This was no ordinary exam. This was the real deal.
Chapter 3: The Beginning of the Journey
The sun had barely risen, casting its first warm rays through the curtains of Jun'ichirō Yamamoto's small dorm room at U.A. High School. It had only been a day since the entrance exam, and Jun already had a mixture of excitement and apprehension brewing inside him. He knew he had done well, but now came the real test: actually becoming a student at U.A. and proving he had what it took to survive the harsh training ahead.
Jun lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a few moments. The events of the previous day still replayed in his mind: the exam, the way he had handled the zero-pointer, his conversation with the teachers—particularly Principal Nezu's cryptic remarks. "You're destined for something more than ordinary hero work." The words echoed in his mind like an omen, a suggestion that something big was waiting for him at U.A.
He wasn't sure what it meant yet, but Jun had learned long ago to trust his instincts. His previous life had been full of unanswered questions and mysteries—perhaps this new world would answer a few of those lingering curiosities. Or maybe it would bring even more challenges.
"I guess I'll find out soon enough," Jun muttered to himself as he pulled himself out of bed. The room was small but comfortable, with a single bed, a desk, and a few bookshelves lined with various textbooks about quirks and hero training. There was a sense of organization to it, a structure he had grown accustomed to in his past life.
Looking at his reflection in the small mirror across the room, Jun quickly ran a hand through his dark hair. His eyes were sharp, always alert, with a hint of curiosity and determination hidden beneath his calm exterior. He wasn't the loud, flashy type like some of the others in the entrance exam. He had always preferred to observe first, understand his environment, and then act with precision. In a world where superpowers were the norm, subtlety could be just as deadly as strength.
Jun glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for the official results of the exam to be posted. He had been waiting for this moment ever since the exam had ended, and now, it was finally here.
The hallway outside the dormitory buzzed with nervous energy as students gathered near the large notice board. Some were talking to one another, while others were pacing back and forth in anticipation. Jun stood at the back of the crowd, keeping to himself. The atmosphere reminded him of high school back in his previous life—the same nervous energy, the same desperate hope that came with trying to prove yourself. But this was no ordinary school. This was U.A. High, the birthplace of the next generation of Pro Heroes.
"Alright, alright! Calm down, everyone!" a voice shouted from the front of the crowd. Jun recognized it immediately—it was Present Mic, whose booming voice echoed down the hall. "The results are coming! But remember, don't get too cocky just yet. The real challenges are still ahead!"
The students hushed, their eyes darting to the board where the results would soon appear. Jun's heart beat a little faster now. His body might have been calm, but there was a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. He knew that he had done well in the exam—his transformation quirk and combat prowess had given him an edge. But what would they think of him? He wasn't the type to shout about his achievements. He wasn't the loud, attention-grabbing hero everyone expected. What would the teachers think of that?
As if to answer his question, the large screen on the notice board flickered to life, and the names of the students appeared, each followed by their scores.
"Here we go," Jun murmured under his breath.
The names quickly scrolled down the list. Some students were celebrating, others visibly deflated as they scanned the results. A few names stood out immediately—Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto—all familiar names from his research before entering the school. Jun had kept a close eye on the other students, especially the ones who had made a strong impression during the exam. He had been analyzing their quirks and strategies from the start. He had no doubt that those three were going to be serious competition.
Finally, Jun's name appeared. Jun'ichirō Yamamoto – 92 points.
The number was high. Very high. It wasn't the highest, but it was more than enough to secure him a place in the school. Jun allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as he scanned the list for the others. He wasn't looking for validation, but it was nice to see that his quiet approach had paid off.
"Hey, did you see this?" a voice called from behind him. Jun turned to see Jiro, the girl he had spoken to on the bus yesterday, pointing at the board. Her eyes were wide with excitement. "You did amazing! You're in!"
Jun glanced at her name. "Jiro Kyoka – 65 points." It was decent, but not enough to land her at the top of the list. Still, she was clearly pleased with her result.
"I guess we both made it," Jun said with a grin. "Congrats."
Jiro smiled, her expression softening. "Thanks, you too. I couldn't believe it when I saw your score. You must be some kind of genius or something."
"Hardly," Jun replied with a shrug. "Just some practice, that's all."
Jiro laughed, clearly impressed by his modesty. "You're way too humble. You must've really put in the work. I didn't expect to be anywhere near you in points."
"Well, you did great too," Jun said. "You have a solid quirk and a good head on your shoulders. You just need to fine-tune it."
Jiro looked a little bashful, but her grin grew wider. "Maybe. But you're the one who saved me from those robots. Twice! I'm still not sure how you took them out from so far away."
Jun didn't answer immediately. The way he had taken out the zero-pointer with his laser blast had been instinctual, almost effortless. But it wasn't just a matter of power—it was strategy, precision, and adaptation. His quirk, Upgrade, allowed him to tap into the technology around him and adapt his body for different functions. That was what had made him so effective in the exam.
"I just did what I had to do," Jun said, his tone casual. "I didn't want to risk the others getting hurt."
The conversation was interrupted as Present Mic clapped his hands, bringing the crowd to attention once again. "Alright, class! Now that the results are in, it's time for your orientation! Gather up, gather up!"
Jun followed the other students into the large hall, where a podium stood at the front, flanked by teachers. The room quieted as Nezu, the principal, stepped up to the podium with his usual mischievous smile.
"Well, well, well," Nezu began, his voice high-pitched but commanding. "You've all made it this far, but the real test is just beginning. U.A. High isn't for the faint of heart. You'll be tested, pushed, and challenged in ways you can't imagine. But if you survive, you'll have the chance to become a Pro Hero, the best of the best. Are you ready for that?"
The students exchanged nervous glances, but there was no hesitation in Jun's eyes. He had already made up his mind. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he was going to rise to the occasion.
"Remember," Nezu continued, "You've all been selected because you show promise, but promise alone isn't enough. You'll need more than just power. You'll need intelligence, discipline, and teamwork. At U.A., we'll teach you all that, but it's up to you to make the most of it."
The teachers behind Nezu stepped forward, each one introducing themselves. Snipe, the sharpshooter; Aizawa, the stern and silent teacher; and even Present Mic, who was clearly excited to get started. Each of them was a veteran in the field, and Jun could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on him.
"Alright!" Present Mic shouted, his energy infectious. "You're officially U.A. students now! But don't get too comfortable. The first day of training is tomorrow. Be prepared to give it everything you've got!"
As the teachers filed out of the room, the students were left to their own devices, and Jun couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation growing inside him. He had made it this far, but the real test was only just beginning.
The next morning came faster than Jun expected. The sun had barely risen, and the students were already gathered in the gymnasium, facing their first true test as U.A. students. Jun stood at the back of the group, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, his eyes scanning the room. His mind was already working, analyzing the situation, anticipating what was to come.
Aizawa stood at the front of the group, his sharp gaze scanning each student.
"Today," he began, "You'll be tested not just on your individual abilities, but on your teamwork. You'll need to work together to achieve your goals. If you can't cooperate, you won't make it."
Jun's heart rate quickened as he realized what kind of test was about to begin. This was no ordinary exam. This was the real deal.