Aizawa pulled a folded blue tracksuit from his sleeping bag and tossed it into the air.
"Put these on," he said flatly. "We're going outside."
The class exchanged confused glances.
…
"A Quirk apprehension test?!" everyone shouted in unison once they were assembled on the training grounds.
"But what about the ceremony?" The girl Midoriya liked asked, raising her hand. "And the introductions?"
Aizawa didn't even blink.
"If you want to become heroes, you can't waste time on pointless things like that."
His tone was bored. His expression was bored. His whole existence radiated boredom.
"The particularity of U.A. is that it gives us a lot of freedom," he continued. "And that applies to the teachers as well."
He tapped his phone, showing a list of tests.
"You already did these in middle school. Physical tests where Quirk use is prohibited."
He lowered his phone, eyes half-lidded.
"This country keeps evaluating students with the same base standard, regardless of their abilities. It's irrational… and shows negligence from the Ministry of Education."
He turned his gaze toward Ren.
"Takeda. You placed first in the practical exam, correct?"
Ren nodded calmly—though he could feel Bakugo's murderous intent drilling into the back of his skull.
Man… that guy really needs therapy.
"How far could you throw a softball in middle school?"
Ren thought for a moment. "Hmm… I think it was around 170 mete—"
"WHOA!! Really?!" several classmates gasped.
"And without using your Quirk?!" A red-haired guy exclaimed, eyes sparkling.
"You're amazing, Ren!" Mina added with a bright grin, giving him a thumbs-up.
Bakugo's killing intent instantly tripled.
'This cheap bastard! Like hell he threw farther than me by a hundred meters! He's lying!'
Aizawa ignored the chaos.
"Since you're first, you'll demonstrate. Throw it... but using your Quirk this time."
Ren stepped into the sand circle. Aizawa's voice followed:
"As long as you stay inside the circle, anything goes. Now… unleash yourself."
Ren rolled his shoulders, loosening his muscles.
When he threw in middle school, it had all been pure technique and physical strength. The night before the test, he'd binged several professional softball matches, absorbed every detail with Copycat Eyes, and memorized the perfect form.
And once he copied/learned something, he didn't forget it.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed.
'His stance is perfect. This kid… did he play softball? But wasn't he like... an actor? Or was he an idol?'
Ren's hair began crackling with white electricity.
Volt Hair kicked in, generating more and more energy.
Surge followed—converting every tiny muscular movement into stored kinetic power.
Then Ren fused them.
Everything condensed into one arm.
The air vibrated around him.
Ren exhaled.
And threw.
WHOOSH!!!
The ball rocketed upward like a lightning bolt fired in reverse—ground to sky.
The air warped.
A thunderclap cracked across the field.
Several students covered their ears.
"WHAT?!" the class shouted.
Midoriya's jaw hit the floor. He'd never seen Ren go all out. Not even close.
Bakugo's eyes twitched. His brain had shut down.
'That… that wasn't human…'
Even Aizawa flinched.
He had seen Ren's power during the entrance exam, but this—
This was beyond what Ren showed that day.
Ding. Ding.
Aizawa's phone vibrated.
He glanced at the distance reading…
froze…
blinked…
then turned the screen toward the class.
[4,892 meters]
Almost five kilometers.
He cleared his throat.
"Here is a rational method to establish the foundation of hero potential."
The class stared in horror.
4,892 meters.
A ball thrown so far it nearly left the city limits.
Bakugo clenched his fists until they shook, teeth grinding like stone.
Ren looked at his hand… unimpressed.
"Not even five kilometers?" he muttered. "Tch. Still a long way to go."
Every head snapped toward him in disbelief.
Still a long way to go?
With that?
...
The Quirk Apprehension Test began with the 50-meter dash.
Ren stood at the starting line beside the tall guy from earlier—the one with engines in his legs. Everyone looked tense; Aizawa had just announced that whoever ranked last overall would be expelled. That lit a fire under the class.
"Ready…" the timing robot said.
"Go!"
Ren blurred.
By the time the sound reached the others, he was already at the finish line.
"1.09 seconds!" the robot announced.
A collective gasp rippled through the field.
The tall guy—Iida Tenya, Ren recalled—was still sprinting, engines roaring, and crossed the line two seconds later.
"3.04 seconds."
He was fast… but Ren was on an entirely different level. Some students wondered if he even understood acceleration. Or if that ridiculous speed was simply his default movement.
Aizawa observed the reactions quietly.
Huh. I expected them to feel crushed by him… but it's pushing them instead.
His gaze drifted to Ren.
He's acting like a grindstone for the whole class. Good… but also troublesome. What am I even supposed to teach a kid like that? He's already stronger than most pros.
...
Second test: grip strength.
Ren picked up the device. Grip had been his very first copied quirk, and he'd spent years using its micro–biological suckers for building-climbing and parkour. Even without energy infusion, his raw grip was monstrous.
He squeezed.
550 kg.
"Not bad…" he muttered, satisfied.
Then he overheard someone nearby.
"540 kg?! Dude, you're a monster!"
Ren turned toward the voice. It was the big six-armed guy he'd seen during the Entrance Exam being hyped up by a guy with tape elbows.
Ren walked over and offered his hand.
"Ren Takeda."
Shoji shook it with one of his arms. "Shoji. Mezou Shoji."
The tape-elbow guy chimed in cheerfully, "I'm Sero Hanta–"
But Ren already walked away.
"Hey!"
He used three arms to reach 540… That means my single hand beats three of his, Ren noted internally. Interesting. Shoji might actually be someone worth measuring himself against physically.
Ren returned to the device, curiosity stirring.
Let's see what happens with a little energy.
He grabbed it again.
BOOM!
The machine exploded in his hand, fragments clattering across the ground.
Everyone turned toward him with identical expressions.
"…Seriously?"
It had surpassed the machine's 1,000-kg limit before failing.
...
Third test: standing long jump.
Ren casually hopped—and sailed nearly 100 meters, clearing the entire sandpit like it wasn't even there.
...
Fourth test: repeated side-steps.
Ren's afterimages were practically overlapping; the counter struggled to keep up. His final number left half the class slack-jawed.
...
And then came the fifth test: the softball throw.
To be continued...
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How was this chapter guys? Liked it?
Also, am I making Ren too overpowered? Well, his quirk is overpowered by default, and the way he is now fusing the quirks he is copying it's putting him on a whole other level, even keeping in mind that he was raised by All Might, makes it reasonable, but I don't know... tell me what you think.