The Friday morning sun filtered through the windows of Class 1-A, but the light felt heavy. For Kazama, the air carried a sense of dread. He had been training his "Internal Flask" for weeks, pushing his capacity to handle higher pressures, but the mental weight of knowing what was coming was a different kind of strain.
"Everyone, gather 'round!" Iida Tenya shouted, blowing a whistle that seemed entirely unnecessary given the small size of the room. "Per our schedule, we are to board the bus in an orderly fashion! Please form two neat lines according to your seat numbers to ensure a perfectly synchronized boarding process!"
The transition to the bus was a mess of teenage energy that even Iida's rigid arm-chopping couldn't contain. Even though he wasn't chosen as the president, he still wanted to help.
Because the bus layout turned out to be an open-seating arrangement rather than the rows Iida had envisioned, his grand plan collapsed instantly.
"My strategy... it was for naught!" Iida slumped into a seat with dramatic disappointment.
"There, there, Iida-kun," Uraraka said, patting his shoulder. "At least the bus has wheels, right? That's like... fifty percent of the goal achieved."
Kazama found himself toward the middle of the bus. Hiroki and Jiro sat across the aisle, while Midoriya, Tsuyu, and Kirishima were huddled nearby. The atmosphere was surprisingly upbeat.
"Hey, Takeru!" Hiroki leaned over the back of his seat. "I bet the USJ has a mountain zone. I want to see if I can use myself as a giant bungee cord. Can you imagine the rescue potential? Launch, snap, save!"
"I can imagine the motion sickness," Jiro deadpanned. "If you start palling around like a rubber band, I'm sitting on the other side of the facility."
"So mean, Jiro-san!" Hiroki pouted. "Kazama, back me up! It's a valid hero move!"
"It's valid," Kazama agreed with a faint smirk, "but maybe wait until we're not on a moving vehicle. I don't think Aizawa-sensei wants to peel you off the windshield."
As the bus hummed onto the highway, the conversation shifted. Tsuyu Asui—always the most observant—turned her large, honest eyes toward Midoriya.
"Midoriya-chan," she said, her finger to her chin. "I usually say whatever's on my mind, no matter what's in it."
"Y-yes, Asui-san?" Midoriya squeaked, already looking like he wanted to vanish into the upholstery.
"Your Quirk," she continued, "it reminds me of All Might's."
The bus went momentarily quiet. It was the question the entire class had been wondering, but only Tsuyu was blunt enough to ask it. Midoriya looked like he was about to short-circuit, his hands flying up in a panicked wave. "R-really?! You think so? I mean, it's... it's totally different! I'm just... wow, look at the clouds! Are those cumulus? They look very... fluffy today!"
"Wait a sec, Tsu," Kirishima chimed in. "All Might doesn't get hurt when he uses his. That's a huge difference. Plus, super-strength quirks are common. Just look at Sato. He eats sugar and gets buff. Midoriya just... breaks."
"Hey!" Sato shouted from the back. "It's more scientific than that!"
"And look at Todoroki-san," Ashido added, pointing at the stoic boy in the back. "He's got fire and ice. That's super flashy. Or Kazama-kun! He's like a walking neon sign when he gets going. Midoriya is just... simple power."
Kazama watched Midoriya's frantic sweating and decided to throw the boy a lifeline—while also planting the seeds for the "Full Cowling" realization Midoriya desperately needed.
"It's not about the type of Quirk, Tsuyu," Kazama said, his voice calm. "It's about the management."
Midoriya looked over, grateful for the interruption. "Management, Kazama-kun?"
"Yeah," Kazama said. "I've been watching you, Izuku. When you use your power, you focus it all into a single finger or your arm. It's like trying to force a river through a straw. It's bound to burst."
He held up a hand, a faint blue glow of energy dancing between his fingertips, subtle enough not to startle anyone but visible enough to make a point. "My Quirk is pure energy conversion. If I tried to release 100% of my Flask through just my thumb, I'd lose the thumb. Instead, I let the Aether flow through my entire nervous system—my legs, my core, my back. It distributes the pressure."
The bus grew quiet as the students listened to their Class President. Even Bakugo, who was staring out the window with a scowl, seemed to be listening.
"Think of your power as another form of energy," Kazama continued, his gaze piercing. "Instead of an 'on-off' switch for a single limb, try letting a small, manageable percentage flow through your entire body at once. A constant, low-level 'pulse.' It would reduce the strain on your cells and probably up your reaction time. But," he added sternly, "don't do it alone. You should practice that under the supervision of All Might or Aizawa-sensei. Safety first."
Midoriya's eyes were wide, his mental notebook practically flying open in his mind. "A constant flow... throughout the whole body... instead of a point-impact..."
"Whoa, Kazama," Kaminari said, breaking the tension. "That actually makes sense."
"Anyway," Kirishima said, "it's cool that we're all so different. My Hardening is great for fighting, but it's not exactly 'showy' like Aoyama's belly laser."
"It is a burden to be this radiant," Aoyama chirped from his seat, checking his reflection in the bus window. "But I bear it for the sake of the world."
"You bear it for the sake of your ego," Jiro muttered.
The bus eventually pulled up to a massive, dome-shaped facility that dominated the landscape. Waiting at the entrance was the Space Hero, Thirteen, clad in their signature white space-suit costume.
"Welcome, students, to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint—or USJ!" Thirteen announced with a friendly wave.
As the class entered, the sheer scale of the place took their breath away. It was a kingdom of disasters: a Shipwreck Zone, a Landslide Zone, a Fire Zone, and more, all laid out with terrifying realism.
"Holy crap, it really is like a theme park!" Kirishima shouted.
"It is a facility designed to prepare you for the worst humanity can face," Aizawa said, his scarf loose and his eyes tired.
"Thirteen, the floor is yours."
"Before we begin," Thirteen said, raising a finger, "I have one thing to say. Or two... or three... or four... or five. Everyone, you are aware that my Quirk, Black Hole, can suck up anything and turn it to dust. It is a power meant for saving lives, but in the wrong hands, it could easily kill. Many of you have Quirks like that. In this society, hero powers are strictly regulated, but one wrong move can lead to tragedy. Today, you will learn how to use your powers not for combat, but for the salvation of others."
The students bowed in respect. The weight of the responsibility was starting to sink in. Even the rowdier members of the class like Kaminari and Mina were quiet, absorbing the lesson.
"Alright, first things first—" Aizawa started.
He stopped.
Kazama felt it first. It wasn't a sound or a sight. It was a vibration in space.
With His "Aether-Sense,"The ambient kinetic energy in the center of the plaza—near the fountain—suddenly twisted. The air didn't just move; it folded in on itself. A void-like pressure began to expand from a single point.
"Aizawa-sensei!" Kazama's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. it was a tactical alert.
Aizawa's eyes snapped toward the center of the fountain. A tiny speck of black mist began to swirl, growing rapidly into a massive, jagged portal of swirling purple and black smoke.
A hand—pale and skeletal—reached out from the darkness. Then another. Then dozens of figures began to step through the void.
"Get back!" Aizawa yelled, pulling his yellow goggles over his eyes. "Thirteen, protect the students! Don't move!"
"Is this part of the training?" Kirishima asked, squinting down at the fountain. "Like at the entrance exam where they had fake villains?"
"No," Kazama said. He stepped to the front of the group, his emerald eyes locked on the blue-haired man emerging from the mist, whose face was covered by a severed hand.
"Those are Villains."
"Try to evacuate and thirteen will protect you we need someone to inform the school" yelled aizawa.
I turn to lida which was my best bet to reach the school" lida I need you to run back to the school, inform the heroes and bring all might."
" B-but I can't just leave the class in danger" Iida tried to explain.
" Iida I am your class representative, you have a speed type quirk, you have best chance to leave and help us, i will protect the other's here, now GO!."
With a reluctant face Iida nodded and started his engine to go.
The air turned freezing, the humid heat of the USJ dome replaced by the chilling intent of an army. The USJ incident had officially begun.
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A/N
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I got some time so I decided to write this chapter.
I also wrote chapter 15 but it's not finished yet, it'll take a day a or two to finish given my busy schedule.
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