![]() ![]() Having rushed headlong in to danger, Izuku was hardly prepared for the fallout. All Might had warned him about the possible physical ramifications from using One for All with so little training and experience. Unfortunately, ten months of training only prepared his body so much. Leaping in to the sky nearly too quickly for the human eye to track, Izuku recalls All Might’s instructions for activating the power of One for All: squeeze your buttocks, and yell from inside your heart, “Smash!” His limbs glow, his muscles bulge, and with a single devastating punch he caves in the robot’s head and sends it reeling. Not a moment passes before, as with the slime guy strangling Bakugo, Izuku scrambles to his feet and rushes toward the towering machine. That friendly gravity reversing girl is pinned under rubble, right in the monstrous robot’s path. He stares up at the robot as his peers sprint by, until his attention is drawn by a whimper. Once again, Izuku takes a tumble, but this time without a friendly gravity defying girl to help him. A skyscraper sized destructive force, this enemy is not worth any points, so the students flee en mass. The pressure mounts to catch up with the double digit scores of the other students when, from their command center, the UA faculty activate the largest robot. Everyone is smashing up robots and racking up points, yet Izuku still hasn’t landed a single blow. A supremely confident boy who can project a laser from his belly button thanks Izuku for distracting the robot, then heads back in to the fray. ![]() Before he can work up his courage, or be pummeled by the robot, a laser beam blasts the machine to pieces. Now, a killer robot bares down on him and, unsure of the power granted by that hair, he freezes. Just three hours earlier, Izuku was swallowing a strand of his mentor’s hair. Large robots, playing the role of villains, dart out from between buildings to engage the teens. With that revelation, everyone rushes through the gates with Izuku dragging behind the pack. From atop a watchtower, the amplified hero yells that the test has already begun– there are no countdowns in a real fight. Seemingly expecting a signal to start the test, the group is roused by the voice of Present Mic. Everyone here is serious about this test, and none of them believe Izuku knows what he’s up against. Izuku notices the kind girl who prevented his tumble earlier, but is reprimanded by the same bookish student who reprimanded him in the lecture hall. Conversely, they all look back at him wondering what this nervous goof-off expects to achieve at a school as rigorous as UA. Standing outside the mock city training ground, Izuku Midoriya quakes with nerves, uncertain of his grasp on his newly acquired power and intimidated by the preparedness of the other applicants. ![]()
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