For the second time, the main heroes and teachers of UA gathered to discuss the results of the 1-A class practical exams. However, the atmosphere was fraught with emotion on this occasion.
Nezu sipped from his cup in silence. Cementoss admired the cement in the room, as if finding the hidden truths of the universe within it. Snipe cleaned his gun absently, not wanting to participate in the conversation.
All Might was nowhere to be found, probably spitting blood without anyone seeing him. Aizawa directed a penetrating gaze at Thirteen and Present Mic.
For his part, Mic hung his head, ashamed and soaked. Thirteen hid her visor with her gloved hands, wishing to be swallowed by the earth itself at that very moment.
—I don't want to. I really don't want to ask, but I need to as those two's teacher— Aizawa began, taking a deep breath to calm himself. —What the hell happened?
Silence remained in the room for several seconds, only interrupted by the clinking of Nezu's cup as he stirred his drink with a spoon. Mic was the first to speak.
—Well... She shot water at me— the Hero explained with a serious look.
—Hm, that's what she does. We're aware, Mic, but the water was supposed to be a disadvantage for her partner— Aizawa nodded, urging him to continue.
—I agree. But it turns out we worried for nothing.
—How so?— Aizawa asked, turning to Nezu and Recovery Girl.
A screen unfolded in the center of the table, allowing everyone to see, to Mic's horror, how he was so unilaterally humiliated by two students.
After enduring a couple of minutes of the Hero's screams, Terumi Mei ran at full speed to Present Mic's position and unleashed a massive wave that ripped trees from their roots.
The tsunami, over twelve meters high, lashed out furiously, forcing Mic to run for his life with all his strength. Jiro took the opportunity and unleashed her own sonic attack.
As soon as Mic was hit by the wave and dragged along with it, he received the full impact of Jiro's attack, which rattled his bones and made him wet himself on the spot.
In the end, the girls walked calmly and left the area, thus completing the test. Mei personally had to pull Mic out before he drowned.
The girl gave him a look reserved only for insects, and refused to consume all the water she had expelled in that attack again.
—You didn't have to show that part!— exclaimed Mic, equally angry and ashamed.
Everyone ignored him. Most of those present sighed internally, relieved that something like that hadn't happened to them.
—And you, Thirteen? Anything to report?— said Aizawa, completely bypassing his humiliated friend.
Thirteen flinched in her place. She didn't know how to explain her defeat, but they also didn't want the recordings of her debacle to be shown.
—I-I'm sorry, Eraser Head-San! Tetsumaru-Kun is too cunning and caught me by surprise!— she quickly made an excuse, giving pleading looks to Recovery Girl from behind her visor.
The older woman didn't catch the hint, or chose not to, and proceeded to show the battle.
At first, everyone watched with interest as the boy tried to overcome a Quirk that absolutely countered him.
By the end, everyone was left speechless with disbelief as they saw the youths voluntarily undress and, even worse, saw Thirteen subdued by a naked boy only to end up fainting.
The camera even focused on Thirteen's visor, where a crimson liquid was visible as it leaked from her nose.
—So, very cunning, huh? That's certainly a surprise— commented Midnight sarcastically, giving Thirteen a smug smile while trying to save the footage for herself.
—No, you don't— said Nezu, preventing the woman from making a copy.
Aizawa dragged his hand across his face and sighed.
He couldn't do any more. It would be unfair to demand they repeat the test with All Might just to truly pressure them. He promised himself that next time he would bring a Hero truly capable of combat, or take matters into his own hands.
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—WAAA! Man, that was tough!— whined Kaminari as they left the practice facilities.
—I'll say. Ectoplasm-Sensei didn't give me any breaks— Tokoyami nodded seriously.
—That's not the point, Tokoyami!— complained Kirishima with tears welling up in his eyes.
With Tetsumaru's intervention, his partner ended up being Uraraka, but lightening the weight of the cement only made Cementoss's manipulation even easier. As such, he failed his test just like in the original work.
Everyone shared their experiences in these practicals. Some were excited, others disappointed for not passing.
—Still, it's impressive that Tetsumaru and Aoyama-San passed in just a few minutes— commented Momo with admiration, watching the black-haired boy walk calmly beside his sister.
Mei's expression was still twisted from losing so much water from her seal. She flatly refused to absorb it with Mic's urine scattered everywhere.
—YES! My friend, Tetsumaru is incredible!— said Aoyama with a dramatic pose as he ran to Tetsumaru's side. —Someday we must repeat it. Together, we will shine brighter than everyone!— he affirmed excitedly.
Tetsumaru stumbled and looked coldly at the blond boy.
—No, that's not going to happen again— he declared.
—Don't say that. That special move could take down villains in the future! After all... I wouldn't do it with anyone else, Tetsumaru. Only you and I can—
Aoyama was interrupted by a coffin of Sand that encased him from head to toe before he could say too much.
This caught the attention of the class, who looked curiously at the duo. None of them expected the flamboyant Aoyama and the not-at-all cool and serious Tetsumaru to achieve synergy in battle.
—I can understand you finding a method to deal with Thirteen, but what the hell did Aoyama have to do with it— Mei commented through their link. She wasn't asking him directly, but even she was curious.
—I'll explain it at home— was the black-haired boy's answer.
Hours later, the shinobi duo was welcomed by a cheerful Sakura, who was preparing a special dinner in celebration of the end of this class period and because Sasuke finally found a job again.
The voluptuous woman informed them that a large portion of the money they won from the sports festival bets still remained, and that both of them could decide what to do with it.
—Hm, maybe we should invest it or something. I'd like a car, Tetsumaru— Mei told her other half.
—I can fly, Mei. Why a car?
—Tch, I'd rather you pick me up in a cool car, not a floating sand blob— she retorted.
—That's a very good idea, guys— Sakura nodded approvingly. Any other pair of teenagers would fight over getting the largest amount and spending it immediately, but her children planned to invest it and acquire a vehicle.
Truly, geniuses. That was her honest opinion of her adopted children.
—If you're serious about this, I can help you with it. But you need to think carefully about what kind of car you want— the woman suggested to them.
With that occupying her mind, Mei forgot to question Tetsumaru about his strategy to defeat Thirteen and spent the whole night discussing the model and design of her dream car.