New chapter for this week. Add this thing to your library and don't forget to drop the powerstones at the end of this chapter.
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I hope we didn't miss the main plot. And I really hope Momo will be there.
The next morning arrived in a flash. This day was different; we didn't wake up early to start our daily training, but instead slept in until midday. After waking and cleaning up, we got ready to leave our 'mansion.'
I turned to look at it one more time. "Thank you for being our fortress in our time of need," I murmured. Nozomi just smiled, but didn't comment.
We then started our journey down the mountain, where the cabin was located (if I haven't already mentioned it.) Destination? Musutafu, specifically, UA. We talked and chatted along the way, and in a span of a few hours, we were there. Musutafu.
"How do you think Mom is going to react?" I asked a little nervously. In my old life, I never had family or anyone who cared for me. So, imagining how Mom would react when we drop in out of nowhere was hard.
Nozomi noticed something in my tone; she grabbed my hand, smiled, and with a soft voice, she said. "I am sure she will be happy."
I gently squeezed her hand. "I know, I just feel anxious."
"Then let's get it over with." Nozomi's voice regained its usual confidence, which instantly calmed me down.
We walked over to the city entrance. Two police officers were having a conversation before they spotted us coming. "Kids?" One said.
"We are not kids, we're fourteen already," Nozomi murmured with a fake pout, but only I heard her.
"Are you an idiot? Can't you see the fox ears and tails? They are obviously the Kirigaya twins that went missing over a decade ago." The other officer, who was older and clearly more experienced, educated the younger one.
"It happened over a decade ago; barely anyone remembers it." The younger officer defended himself.
Even though we were far away from them, we still heard the entire conversation. So, the news of us going missing used to be hot news? We soon reached the two officers.
The older one quickly organized himself. "Stop right there. Am have to see some documents if you want to pass."
The younger one gave the officer a questioning look but didn't say anything. I understood his actions. Two twins from a really rich family go missing for over a decade. Then, after a long time, they return, unscathed. He had to make sure that it wasn't someone with a shape-shifting quirk at work.
"I am sorry, but we lack the documents you requested of us. Is there no other way we can enter?" Nozomi answered, reverting to the graceful young lady the world knows.
The younger officer must have caught on at that moment. "There is, we will have to take you to an office station so that we can prove your identity. You understand?"
Nozomi and I simply nodded. They called and reported the situation, and soon, we were in a room inside the closest police station, and a tall officer with short black hair and somewhat rectangular black eyes sat across the desk from us.
"Hello, I am Officer Naomasa Tsukauchi." He introduced himself. "I will be in charge of this interrogation." He gave off a strict aura. But I couldn't remember who he was. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing, while he intercrossed his fingers and rested his chin on them. "It would be better if you didn't lie to me. My quirk allows me to tell when a person lies."
That refreshed my memory. Only one person in the entire MHA world has a lie detector quirk. The officer closest to All Might.
"We had no intention of lying in the first place," I answered, truthfully.
"What are your names?" He asked, not wasting any time on small talk.
"Kirigaya Nozomi."
"Kirigaya Hiro."
"Age?"
"14"
"14"
"What are your quirks?"
"You'd be surprised."
This statement caught his attention. He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward a little. "Try me."
As we listed the quirks, the expressions on Naomasa's face betrayed his inner shock. He stared, his quirk confirming every impossible word.
"That's... not possible." He mummered.
After a long list of quirks, we were finally allowed to enter the city.
"Shall I give your mom a call?" Naomasa asked with a slight smile. I guess he only acts strictly when it involves villains.
"No, it's fine, we'll walk," I answered as we left the station.
We were walking down the streets of Musutafu, basking in the morning sun. It was already around ten. In a world like this, two fox-eared and fox-tailed kids walking around wasn't the strangest thing these folks had seen.
"That's so cool," A kid shrieked with sparkles in his eyes. I turned around and saw a kid staring at my tails. "Will I also get tails when I get my quirk?"
Her mom laughed at her son's excitement. "Maybe." She then turned to us. "Sorry if he is bothering you."
"It's fine, becoming someone's idol never bothers anyone," I answered with a smirk.
"Especially if it's a future hero," Nozomi added, her smirk rivaling mine.
"Good luck then," The woman said with a smile and turned to leave.
"Good luck, mister fox. I will also become a hero one day," The kid said before turning to follow his mom.
I smiled at the scene. It made today even more special. After over a decade, we would get to see Mom again. After a not-so-short walk, we were standing face-to-face with the estate.
The guards, who weren't working here when we left, spotted us from a distance. One of them, a rough-looking man with a long scar coming down his left eye, walked up to us.
"Hey, kids, this is private property. Am have to ask you to kindly leave. Unless you have business here." His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Is that a threat?" Nozomi narrowed her eyes back, releasing a bit of her aura. The man's shoulders tensed slightly, showing his alertness.
"Only if you take it as one," He answered, without backing down.
"Okay," Nozomi instantly switched to her polite, good girl persona.
"We are here to see our mother," I spoke up.
The man looked a bit confused, either because Nozomi had suddenly dropped the intimidating aura she was giving off or the bomb I had suddenly dropped on his head.
"Mother?" He repeated, skeptical. "And what proves it?"
I pulled out the documents we had gotten from the police station from my bag. "Legal, and real."
He took the documents and examined them for a while. His other colleague, who was watching from the estate gate, walked over. "What's going on? Why are you taking so long?"
"Turns out the Lady's kids are back," He said, unsure of how to handle the situation.
His friend looked at the documents and said with skepticism. "You know those can be faked?"
"By kids?" The man with the scar asked, now growing more confused.
"Ever hear of shapeshifting?"
"First the police, then you guys. What does someone have to do to get to see their mother?" All of Nozomi's aura was released in that second. But this time it wasn't a crushing aura; it was a warm one. Soul-flaux. "Maybe this is going to get her attention."
Her Soul-Flux didn't explode outward—it unfolded. A warm, golden current poured from Nozomi like a breath finally let loose. It drifted through the air in soft waves, not violent, not overwhelming… just unmistakably hers.
The aura wrapped around the estate like a living ribbon, slipping through every open space, brushing against walls, windows, and the quiet morning air. I could feel it moving, like watching sunlight spill across a dark room.
Then something clicked—subtle, but powerful. A tug.A connection.
Her Soul-Flux reached deeper into the mansion grounds, and suddenly a second presence stirred—gentle but vast, familiar in a way that made my chest tighten. It felt like a thread gliding across the air until it brushed against our own, then seamlessly intertwined.
Warmth. Recognition.
Nozomi's breath caught. My pulse skipped. We didn't need to say it—Mom felt us.
And she was already moving. We didn't have to wait that long. The estate gates started opening slowly, but Mom didn't wait until they were fully open. She came running out, discarding her dignity and grace. I found myself smiling unconsciously.
"Nozo, Hiro!" She jumped into our open arms, causing us to fall on the ground. She was already crying. "Don't ever, ever, ever do that again, you hear me?"
I smiled as I gently stroked her smooth, jet-black hair. "Never."
We stayed in that position until her cries turned into soft whimpers.
When she finally stopped, we stepped inside the house. I noticed the new changes, namely the new workers, and most importantly, Saito was missing.
"Mom, where is Saito?" I asked, looking around.
"I don't sense his aura around," Nozomi commented.
Her tails dropped a little. "Saito retired a few years ago. The best worker I ever had."
Though I was sad at not seeing Saito around, I smiled, happy that he had finally rested from his hard work.
Mom canceled all she had planned today, and we spent the rest of the day chatting and talking about the past years. Until the conversation reached a subject. "Why did you run away? To train, give me some credit. I am your mother, I am not stupid." Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
I turned to Nozomi, and she nodded. We were stronger than before, but not yet on the level of the entity, and keeping secrets from loved ones never ended well.
"We didn't run to train," I started with a heavy voice. She looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "We ran to survive."
The moment the words left my mouth, her eyes widened, and she jumped out of her seat and crossed to where we were sitting in a second. "Are you hurt? Who were you running from? Why didn't you tell me?" The genuine concern in her voice calmed my heart a little.
"We aren't hurt. And we weren't running from someone, that's why we didn't tell you," Nozomi answered all her questions with a warm smile.
My expression darkened at the memory of that night. "We were running from an entity. Something not bound by logic or human laws." I felt my arms tremble at the powerlessness we had faced back then.
"An entity? Hiro, I am being serious."
"So are we, Mom," Nozomi defended me. Mom looked genuinely confused. Nozomi pulled out her phone and set it on the table. "Eve, show the footage you took that night."
Eve's upgraded interface pulled up. She now looked like a little girl with shoulder-length purple hair and a small chunk of white on the front. The interface then switched to an aerial footage of that night we were chased by the entity.
It recorded most of the things from the estate to the forest, until Eve was effectively dealt with. Mom's hands were trembling as she witnessed it.
"I am sorry," She murmured when it ended. "I am sorry for failing you as a mother."
I placed my hand on her cheek, feeling her tears roll down my hand. "What are you talking about? If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be where we are now."
"Even now, all I have been doing since you came is crying my eyes out while you comfort me," She protested weakly.
"Actually," I started, my voice breaking a bit. Tears welled up in my eyes. "It has been taking everything in me not to cry."
"Ha~" Nozomi released a soft, breaking laugh. "Who knew holding back tears was harder than hunting?"
With nothing holding us back, the tears flowed freely.
"We missed you so much," I said, hugging her and soaking her hair with my tears. I felt a pair of arms move around Mom and me, and guessed Nozomi had joined the hug. With that, our family reunited and cried together. No holding back.
I slowly opened my eyes. I guess I must have fallen asleep crying. The light in the room was off, but it was no issue. With kitsune blood, I could see just fine in the dark. I looked around, and a warm smile formed on my face. I was lying between Nozomi and Akihime, both were sound asleep. And even in their sleep, they still had smiles on their faces. Even though we were lying on the carpet, it was better than the cabin beds. There was a soft, thick blanket over us. I was starting to like these new workers.
With my movement limited, as I was sandwiched between the two most important people in this world, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I felt like a thin line of warmth slowly dragging me out of sleep. The light slips across my face, gentle but persistent, heating my eyelids until I couldn't ignore it anymore. It was soft, almost comforting, like the morning itself was tapping my shoulder and telling me it's time to wake up. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that Mom and Nozomi were no longer by my side.
I got up and went to my old room. When I entered, Nozomi was there, looking like she had seen hell.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I stepped in.
"I just realized that we have no clothes," She said, mostly to herself than me.
"What about the ones we made in the cabin?" I tilted my head in confusion.
She then froze for a second and looked away with an awkward smile. "I threw them away."
I just stared at her. She quickly turned to look at me while defending herself. "We had reached home, so I thought, why would we need these when we have a walk-in wardrobe? Then I just remembered that the last time we were here, we were five."
"Does mom know?"
"Yeah, I told her, but she is not sure when the clothes will arrive."
A slow grin spread across my face. "So what you're saying is... we get to go shopping?"
Nozomi's despair vanished, replaced by a spark of divine mischief. "We get to go shopping."
The scent of pancakes and coffee led us to the dining room. Akihime was already there, sipping from a porcelain cup, a mountain of fluffy pancakes and an assortment of fruits taking up half the grand table. She looked up, her eyes still slightly puffy but glowing with a happiness that seemed to light the entire room.
"There you are," she said, her voice warm. "I was about to send a search party. Come, eat. The chef outdid himself."
We didn't need to be told twice. For years, our meals had been about utility—fuel for training. This was a feast. We dug in, the familiar and forgotten tastes of a professional kitchen exploding on our tongues. The silence was comfortable, broken only by the clinking of cutlery and contented sighs.
"So," Akihime began, setting her cup down. "I've taken the liberty of clearing my schedule for today. I thought we could... I don't know, do something normal. As a family."
Nozomi and I exchanged a glance. "We were thinking the same thing," I said. "Specifically, we need to do something about our... wardrobe situation."
Akihime's eyes lit up with a terrifying, maternal fervor. "Shopping. Of course! I haven't been proper shopping with my children in a decade." She clapped her hands together. "This is going to be wonderful. We'll get you everything. Casual wear, formal wear, sleepwear... and you'll need new hero costume fabrics for when you design them at U.A.! Oh, this is so exciting!"
The sheer force of her enthusiasm was a whirlwind. An hour later, we were standing in the most exclusive boutique in Musutafu, a place where the clothes had price tags with more zeros than I could comfortably process.
"Absolutely not," Nozomi declared, holding up a frilly, lace-trimmed dress Akihime had produced with a triumphant flourish. "I'd rather face the entity again in my towel."
"But you'd look so adorable!" Akihime pouted, a look that probably made boardrooms surrender.
"I am a former goddess, not a porcelain doll," Nozomi retorted, though her lips twitched.
I stayed out of it, quietly gravitating towards a rack of simple, well-tailored dark jeans and comfortable-looking jackets. This was a different kind of battlefield. After a series of negotiations that would put international peace talks to shame, we amassed a collection that satisfied all parties: practical and stylish streetwear for me, a mix of elegant and functional pieces for Nozomi that respected her dignity, and one secretly purchased frilly dress that Akihime smugly had wrapped when Nozomi wasn't looking.
As we stepped out of the boutique, followed by a staff member carrying enough bags to outfit a small army, Akihime let out a long, happy sigh. She linked her arms with ours, pulling us close as we walked.
"This," she said, her voice soft with contentment. "This is all I ever wanted. Just this."
The simple joy in her voice made my chest feel tight. We walked back to the car in comfortable silence, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and purple.
That evening, after a dinner even more decadent than breakfast, we sat in the living room. The new clothes were put away, and a deep, domestic peace had settled over the mansion. Akihime was scrolling through her tablet, her smile slowly fading into a grimace.
"Ugh," she groaned, leaning her head back against the plush sofa. "I am going to regret this tomorrow."
"Regret what?" I asked, looking up from the new phone I was syncing with E.V.E.
"Taking two days off with no warning," she said, waving the tablet vaguely. "My inbox is a nightmare. My assistant has sent me no less than twelve progressively more panicked emails. I have meetings that were rescheduled, contracts that need reviewing, and a charity gala committee that seems to believe the world will end if I don't confirm the floral arrangements by 9 a.m. sharp."
Nozomi, who was idly flexing her tails, smirked. "The terrible burden of being filthy rich. Our hearts bleed for you."
"Watch it, you," Akihime shot back, but there was no heat in it, only fond exhaustion. "I'll have you know, managing this 'filthy rich' empire is what kept your lab funded and your stomachs full while you were off... becoming demigods in the woods." She said the last part with a wry smile, still marveling at the reality of it all.
"Would you like some help?" I offered. "I'm pretty good with data analysis. E.V.E. could probably sort your inbox by priority in about three seconds."
Akihime looked touched but shook her head. "No, no. This is my chaos to wrangle. You two have your own mountain to climb." She looked at us, her expression turning serious and incredibly proud. "U.A. Your future. That's your focus now. Let me handle the paperwork. It's the least I can do."
She was right. The entrance exam was looming. The main plot was waiting. And as I sat there, surrounded by the warmth of my family, a new kind of energy buzzed under my skin—not the frantic need to survive, but the excited anticipation to truly begin.
I leaned back, a confident smile gracing my lips. "Don't worry, Mom. We're ready."
Nozomi's eyes met mine, gleaming with the same fierce promise. "Yeah. Let them try and stop us."
The path to U.A. was open. And somewhere out there, I was sure Momo was preparing too. This time, we wouldn't be watching from the shadows. We were going to be right in the thick of it.
The U.A. entrance exam will take place in a week. We spent most of that time getting back on track with our lives, taking walks around Musutafu, and we even discovered a cafe owned by the Tsukauchi family, specifically, his mother. Granny Harumi. She sold one of the best cakes in Musutafu. Our lab was fully functional again, and we hit the books again.
In a flash, the day of the UA exam had arrived. We woke up around 7 to finish our morning training, which we still do to this day, and by 9, we were on our way to U.A. We took a short detour and grabbed some lunch at the Honey Hearth Cafe (A/N: the one owned by Granny Harumi). We entered the U.A. school gates, and students were gathered everywhere.
We then started to walk towards the main building. Until a hilarious scene played out in front of us. A certain green-haired boy, with a big smile, took a step forward, only to trip on his laces and start falling face-first. Before he could reach the ground, a hand tapped him on his shoulder, causing him to slightly float off the ground.
"Are you okay?" She asked after setting him down. Meanwhile, he looked nervous.
"Y-yeah, I am fine," He finally answered. Before the conversation between them could continue, Nozomi couldn't contain herself anymore.
"Pfft-hahaha, did you see that? Hahaha." Her laughter attracted the attention of the two. They both blushed.
That broke the dam, and I started laughing too.
"W-what do you mean? What's so funny?" Uraraka tried to play it down.
"It wasn't just funny, it was hilarious," I responded with some struggle.
"Epic romance beginning," Nozomi teased.
The red on both their faces increased as Izuku shook his hands with surprising speed. "No, no, you must have got it wrong, we just met."
"I know, the look on your face earlier was so easy to read. I bet a limb you were thinking 'I'm falling—oh no—someone touched me—wait, she used her Quirk on me—did a girl really just save me—what do I even say—don't freak out—oh crap I'm freaking out—act normal!' Right?" Nozomi's smirk met Izuku's flustered face.
"Do you have a mind-reading quirk?" Izuku asked, still flustered.
"Right to privacy. But you just admitted," Nozomi's smirk grew.
"Nozomi, and if you can't tell, we are twins," Nozomi said the last part while clinging to my arm.
"Um...I am Ochako Uraraka."
"...Izuku Midoriya."
"Nice to meet you, but we should be getting going; the exam will begin soon."
We parted ways as we were all in different classes. Nozomi left for her own class, and I headed to mine.
With the years of knowledge I had, including my past life, I breezed through the written exam. In less than half an hour, I was done and walking around aimlessly in the hallway.
"Cool hairstyle." A cheerful voice called from my back. I turned only to find a spiky-red-haired boy grinning at me. "But kind of feminine."
My hair was really long as I had never cut it since running away from home. I always liked long hair. And besides, it looks cool with my ears and tails.
"Thanks, I guess?" I answered, not sure if that was meant as a compliment or a roast. "I am surprised you finished this early."
His face then dropped. "Are you kidding? That exam was torture. I left cause I wasn't getting anywhere." He then started to complain before his eyes jerked back at me. "Wait, why do you sound as if you know me?"
I smiled a little. The warm smile that screams, There is more. "I don't, but your face doesn't really scream 'smart'."
He looked like I had just kicked his puppy. "Ouch, man, if it's about the hair thing, I didn't mean it as a rude thing."
"No, it's not that, I am serious," I replied, innocently.
He then sighed dramatically. "And that makes it worse."
Before he could continue, I side-stepped, and a figure hugged the area I was standing in.
"Tch, I told you to stop doing that," Nozomi reminded in an angry tone.
"Well, it's hard to know if you are coming for a hug or a knockout," I defended myself in a bored tone. I mean, who wouldn't? We've had this conversation like fifty times so far.
"Do I look like a sadist?" Nozomi asked in mock disbelief.
"Yes, yes, you do," I answered with a straight face.
"No way, dude, you got a girlfriend?" The spiky-haired dude—Eijiro Kirishima— suddenly jumped in. "And she's cute."
Nozomi suddenly smirked. "See, you should be more like that."
I waved my hand. "No way, your head is already big enough."
"Dude, that's your girlfriend." Kirishima looked at me like I had committed murder.
"We aren't actually dating," I corrected him.
"Yet," Nozomi added as she linked her arm with mine. I sighed. I know I asked for her to come into this world with me, and she thought I was proposing, but did she really think making us related was the best option?
Her response? "I wanted to be with you from the moment of birth."
"She's my sister," I continued, unbothered by her actions.
"Si...sis...sister? You are planning to date your sister?"
"When did you pick that up?" My expression switched to a confused one. Then I smirked slightly. "But that wouldn't be a bad idea, right, Nozo?"
"Yey, you finally return my feelings," Nozomi hugged my arm harder.
"No, my mom told me not to get involved with weird people, and you are borderline weird." He screamed as he ran away.
"Do you think he will avoid us even in class?" I turned to Nozomi.
"I doubt. His aura screams friendly and extroverted," Nozomi answered as she unlinked our arms and started walking forward. "Anyway, we should get going to the briefing hall, it might start soon."
A few minutes after we arrived, the briefing hall was full, and the briefing began.
"YOOO! Good morning, listeners! Welcome to U.A. High School's legendary Entrance Examination! I'll be your host for today's rockin' orientation — your school DJ, PRESENT MIC!"
He throws his arms up as his voice booms.
"Hope your eardrums are ready, 'cause things are about to get LOUD!"
The screen behind him flicks on, showing the exam layout.
"Now, let's get right to the main event! As stated in your application requirements, you'll all be participating in a ten–minute mock urban battle. That's right! Ten minutes to show us what you've GOT!"
He spun and pointed at the display.
"In each testing zone, we've prepared three types of faux villains, each with its own point value! You earn points by TAKING! THEM! DOWN!"
A dramatic pause.
"These villains will be scattered all around the battlefield, and your mission — your GOAL — is to secure as many points as possible using your Quirks and your wiiiill to be a HERO!"
The screen flashes the villain numbers.
"Now listen up! This is SUPER important! Attacking other examinees is STRICTLY prohibited! Any violence toward your fellow hero hopefuls is a BIG no-no! U.A. is a place for future heroes, not thugs!"
He waved a hand.
"And ONE more little thing! There's also a fourth type of faux villain, the so-called ZERO POINTER! This bad boy is WORTH exactly ZERO points!"
The room shifts as students murmur.
"It's just an obstacle! So I suggest you try and avoid it!"
He snaps and points two finger-guns at the audience.
"So! Use your heads, use your hearts, use your QUIRKS! The battlefield is waiting for you to show U.A. what you're made of! You only get ONE SHOT!"
Present Mic leans forward, teeth sparkling.
"Now get out there — AND LET'S GET THIS EXAM ROLLIIIN'!!!"
Nozomi leaned toward me as the crowd started shuffling out, her lips twitching. "He talks like someone fed a megaphone three cups of espresso," she whispered. I nodded, rubbing my ear. "If this is the orientation volume, the practical exam's gonna kill us before any robot does." She snorted and stretched her arms behind her head. "Well, at least it was hype," I smirked. "Yeah. Annoying… but hype." Then, in perfect sync, we both said, "Let's go break the scoreboard," and walked out with matching grins.
We soon reached in front of our exam site. Several other students were gathered there, and I recognized some of them, but none of them played important roles.
"Whoever thought putting us on the same site was a good idea should get fired," I commented with a smirk while stretching.
"I know, right? I am worried that the other kids in this site might not get any points," Nozomi said, but her expression was anything but worried.
"All participants ready?" Present Mike's voice boomed through the speakers that were placed around the school grounds. "Your ten minutes begin, NOW!"
Before he could fully finish speaking, two figures shot forward like human cannons and passed all the other students, leaving them in a stupor.
"They got the drop on us!" One student exclaimed, and that was all it took to get the other students from staring in awe. All the examinees rushed towards the gate like a flood. But the moment they entered, all of them stopped dead in their tracks and just stared at the sight in front of them in shock. Everywhere they turned, robots lay in ruins, most of their parts torn off. Some had deep gashes as if slashed by a wild beast, while others were cut cleanly as if by a master swordsman.
"What the hell?"
"How can two people do this?"
"Crap, if we don't hurry, we're not going to get any points."
Meanwhile,
The control room was silent—the dangerous kind, the one where every pro in the room knew something insane was happening on the battlefield and no one wanted to be the first to say it.
Principal Nezu stared at the screens with the same cheerful calm one might wear while observing a pleasant science experiment.
Aizawa squinted. "...Are those two brats trying to kill the training robots or humiliate them?"
All Might, beside Nezu, tried to maintain his dignified posture… and absolutely failed. "Youngsters these days are bold. BUT THOSE TWO—THEY MOVE LIKE SEASONED PROS!"
The feed zoomed in on the twins—Hiro and Nozomi.
And the room collectively leaned closer.
Battlefield: Exam Grounds
The arena shook as Hiro blurred past an explosion of rubble, silver streaks spiraling off his body like comet tails. The ground cracked with every step he took, leaving brief, glowing footprints before they faded.
Nozomi, in contrast, was grace incarnate—gliding through the battlefield like her feet barely touched the ground, golden threads spiraling around her fingers.
Hiro vaulted off a wall, claws forming around his arms—
Fangs of the Soul
He dashed forward in a silver arc, slicing three bots cleanly in half before landing in a skid.
Nozomi mirrored him on the opposite side of the arena, her light ribbons spiraling around her like a celestial halo—
Celestial Weave
She flicked her wrist, and the ribbons whipped outward like golden serpents, slashing through five more bots in a single elegant sweep.
"...they're not even competing with the other examinees," Snipe muttered. "They're competing with each other."
Onscreen, Nozomi dodged Hiro's shockwave by a hair, sending a golden petal flurry spiraling into the air just to prove she could.
Present Mic choked on his coffee.
All Might blinked rapidly. "Are they… sparring? During the exam!?"
Nezu tilted his head. "Well, they do appear to be collecting points while doing it."
Another explosion. More point counters rising.
Then—something impossible.
Two Zero Pointers entered the arena from opposite ends.
The entire room froze.
"What is going on?" Aizawa's eyes narrowed.
"Yoooo, IS THIS A BUG?" Present Mike shouted.
Nezu just smirked, but it went unnoticed.
Hiro's eyes gleamed in excitement; Nozomi's golden aura pulsed like a heartbeat.
They didn't speak. They didn't even look at each other.
They just moved.
Hiro sprinted ahead, leaping dozens of meters with a single step, blasting forward with a primal silver surge.
Nozomi floated after him like starlight made flesh.
Hiro hit his Zero Pointer first—blitzing up its arm in a spiraling dash, claws tearing through metal like ancient paper.
Nozomi reached hers seconds later—lifting her hands as thousands of golden threads erupted outward in a sunburst.
Two flashes. Silver and gold.
Two Zero Pointers collapsed simultaneously.
Two massive point counters blinked on-screen.
FIRST PLACE: 149 POINTS
FIRST PLACE: 149 POINTS
Present Mic nearly swallowed his mic. "WE—WE'VE GOT TWO FIRST PLACES!? THE SAME SCORE!? THAT'S—THAT'S NEVER—!!!"
"This exam just became a logistical nightmare," Aizawa deadpanned.
All Might stared as if he'd just discovered two new species of supernova. "Such potential… such spirit! Such power!"
He then turned to another screen just in time to find Midoriya, mid-air.
BOOOOOOOOM.
The sound of an explosion drew the eyes of all the heroes present in the room to Midoriya's screen.
Nezu sipped his tea, smiling like he already knew the whole future. "Oh my, this year will be very entertaining."
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And...cliffhanger!
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So, how was it? Pretty cool, right? I have a question. Did any of you notice how I switched the POV mid-writing? If you did, how was it?
Vote in the comments:
Nailed it.
It was ass.
And please leave a review, as it helps me know what to change and how to improve writing quality.
And, I thought I would never do this, but please leave some powerstones to support an author here. I mean, what else are you going to use them for?
Thanks and peace out.