Walking into the building they couldn't help but marvel at the size of the academy. Even Ryūjin couldn't help but be impressed. Though he'd seen it on the screen—in person was far more different. It was literally huge.
Through guided steps and pointed fingers from nearby teachers—they arrived at their first destination. The written exam room. There he saw the familiar faces of many people he'd seen across his computer screen. His eyes took them in but mostly ignored them after—he'd already began searching the large room for a certain green haired individual.
However he couldn't see beyond the elevated seats of those above and so he decided that he'd see him in the practical exam. Mina, the usual bubbly one, bounced on over to a nearby seat that was vacant—Ryūjin following next to her as finally an examiner—Midnight to be exact made an entrance.
Her figure was out and loud—half naked and proud, her breasts were large and fleshy they giggled beneath the tight fabric of her top. Her ass swayed with each step—her plump and voluptuous buttocks bouncing with every minute motion.
Almost every guy had the hots for her instantly whereas the girls? They were immediately displeased—some even comparing their assets to hers. Ryūjin looked at her—whistling under his breath as he appreciated the sight before him.
He wasn't one to be swooned by women so easily but he had to admit—compared to over the screen, he preferred real life far more. On his side he felt a gaze of displeasure, turning to see that a certain pink haired girl was side eyeing him as though he was a genuine pervert.
"Hey, if anyone's a pervert—its her." He raised his hands dismissively as he stated. She scoffed but couldn't hide the giggle that was bubbling in her chest.
"ATTENTION! ALL STUDENTS!" At that moment, Midnight's voice echoed out, loud and authoritative. In her hand was a microphone she used to amplify her voice and in the other—rested a thick and long whip. A rather... suggestive form of weaponry.
She cleared her throat briefly. "Today you all will be sitting your written exams. Before you begin, allow me to say three things. Number one! There will be absolutely no talking between any of the students here today—we have more than enough means of detecting any forms of communication from the slightest whisper to the loudest yawns.
Number two—there will be no, and I mean absolutely no forms of cheating allowed. Anyone caught cheating or attempting any form of trickery shall be pulled forth in front of everyone and be immediately disqualified.
Lastly, number three—you will not need to worry about stationary. We provide that for you—as for any questions regarding the exam you may take it up with me by simply raising your hand. And yes—we have more than enough eyes here to see the lot of you. Are there any questions?"
Her voice was steady, loud and commanding. The students around tensed at her words as it all began to sink in. Seeing that no one had any questions—she once again raised the microphone before announcing, "Since there is none—we shall begin!"
Ryūjin lowered his gaze, meeting the booklet in front of him as he reached for the stationary that seemingly materialized out of nowhere. Calmly, he began to go through each question one by one—answering them in depth and as clearly as he could have.
Though one question stumped him. It read: To you, in your own words, describe what is a Hero. He stared at it for a while—his gaze seemingly unreadable. His mind was filled with images of heroes of fiction belonging to his past life. Superman, Goku, Kirito and finally—his own mother.
It was then that he smirked. He began writing. He began cooking at that moment—absolute peak. And so time once again blurred as he indulged himself in the written exam.
And after a while—Finally the exam had come to a close. It was then that students were separated into single file lines, headed to their respective changing rooms.
They were also assigned to their respective city blocks—showcasing where they would follow through with the remainder of their exam.
Ryūjin didn't need to change as he had his suit on already but he still complied with what was asked of him.
"City Area B, huh. Guess we'll be finally meeting—Izuku!" His heavy voice murmured out in a whisper. He looked at the clock that hung on the wall before finally heading out of the room.
It took a few minutes—but he arrived at the gate. There he saw a large group of students gathered together. Some looked nervous—others looked confident. Especially a certain fellow.
Standing at 6'2" tall—with a full head of green that flowed down his neck wild but restrained, Midoriya stood there, posture straight and eyes low. He wore a black and fitted tracksuit—muscles bulging beneath.
Next to him was a short, curvy brunette who conversed with him whilst simultaneously avoiding his gaze—a light blush evident on her face.
"Look at this bastard—no way you grew this tall you fucker!" Ryūjin's voice was literally a canon. It boomed loud and heavy—all heads turned to him, silence following soon after yet he continued smiling wildly.
A wild and unrestrained laughter bloomed—Ryūjin walked forth in all his giantness. Izuku turned at the sound of his voice. His eyes widened for a moment as he briefly cut off Ochaco with a subtle raise of his thick hand.
"You bastard! Ryūjin!!" He flew forth—his feet spiraling into a vicious tornado kick. Ryūjin's smile widened—his leg lifting to match his own.
BANG!
A muffled boom—loud yet controlled was released upon impact—their legs connected and their smiles only grew wider. Around them—the students gathered together with concern and interest.
"What's going on?? Are they enemies?!"
"No! Look at their smiles more like rivals!"
"What's even the point of saying hello anymore?—Just kick your neighbours I guess!"
"Got a smartass over here—Come on, just look at that rivalry! That's manly as hell!"
Their words rose and fell like an ocean's wave. The men recognized rivalry—the women? Recognized nothing but brainless brutes. At this time their legs had already been withdrawn. They stared at each other for a moment before embracing one another in a brotherly hug.
"Holy hell—Look at the size you've grown!" Izuku said as they separated. His voice was far deeper than Ryūjin had remembered it to be canonically but that was the least surprising thing.
"Speak for yourself you moss headed bastard! Look at the size of you! Man—if we hadn't trained younger I'd say you switched to anabolics!" Ryūjin's voice boomed out chaotically.
He was surprised—he hadn't expected Izuku to grow to such an extent. But then again—it must have been his input into this world. Thinking about it he simply smiled as he felt relieved knowing his best friend would be thriving far better in this life.
They walked forward as the surrounding students cleared a path for them before slowly shifting back into their groups—conversating but also shifting their gazes in between sentences.
"Ochaco-san, this here is my besto friendo and rival—Hanma Ryūjin!" He introduced Ryūjin as he approached the meek girl who simply stared, speechless.
"Hello? Earth to tiny woman?" He said comically. Hearing those words she snapped out of it immediately. "W-Who the heck are you calling tiny?? And Deku-kun—what the heck was that about?! I thought you were gonna kill each other!"
Izuku laughed at her reaction—he turned back to Ryūjin, clamping his arm around him as he smiled back at the short girl. "That's just how we greet each other! This here is basically my brother."
Hearing his words Ryūjin smiled—his influence on this version of Izuku only made him proud. He smiled in full, his canines mirroring Izuku's. Ochaco simply stared at them—not knowing what to say.
She looked exasperated.
"You guys—" She was about to voice her thoughts when suddenly a loud voice—far heavier and louder than Ryūjin's own—boomed aloud.
"HELLOOOO EVERYONE!!! MY NAME IS PRESENT MIC WELCOMING YOU TO THE FINAL PART OF THE ENTRANCE EXAMINATION!!!!"
All heads turned in that moment, some even covering their ears as they did so. Floating above the false city, on a platform that held together firm—the Pro Hero, Present Mic stood in a striking pose as he held a microphone to his mouth.
"ARE YOU GUYS READY?! IF SO LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!" As his words fell—the gates swung open with a cold and blood curdling metallic creek. A reminder of what was to come.
Students tensed—Present Mic looked down upon them as he inhaled deeply. "THREE! TWO!—"
SWOOSH!
FWOOM!
Before the countdown could even finish—two blurs, one red and one green dashed passed the tensed students. They looked around in confusion, some still waiting for Present Mic's voice to resume the countdown. However it did not come.
Instead—"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ROOKIES WAITING FOR?! THERE ISN'T ANY COUNTDOWN IN A REAL FIGHT! THE EXAM HAS ALREADY BEGUN!"
That comment alone garnered reactions from all those around.
"W-What the hell?!"
"Go! Go! Those two are already ahead of us!"
Frustration laced with haste was what it could be described as—their bodies pelting forward with rushed steps.
Amongst them a loud explosion occured—a certain spikes hair demon shooting off in a spiral of anger.
"DEKU! RYŪJIN! I'LL KILL YOU LITTLE CHEATERS!" His voice boomed out murderously as his body left his peers behind.
Up above in the sky, Present Mic laughed, "HAHAHA! THAT'S THE SPIRIT! YOU GUYS CAN DO IT!" He gave some words of encouragement as he looked on in amusement.
Elsewhere, in a dark room away—several figures gathered around large monitors observing the chaos within the city. Some stood whereas others sat. Upon closer inspection they were made out to be Pro Heroes.
And amongst them was Japan's number one—All Might. His eyes deep and heavy, scrutinized a certain screen. On that screen he saw two figures advancing together in quick and large strides.
"These two are interesting. Especially that red haired one." He said straightly. 'Young Midoriya—it seems this is the rival you've been telling me about!' Slowly, a small smile formed on his face.
At the side of him—a red eyed fellow, too tired looking for his own good, took a loud sip of the coffee in his hands. "Midoriya Izuku and Hanma Ryūjin. Childhood friends and rivals—both had been training since they were kids. One was labeled quirkless until recently whereas the other is said to have a Quirk that enhances his physical body. He was also born with a mutated physiology—thanks to his mother."
His voice was tired but stern. He was the Pro Hero Erasure Head—known by his peers by the name of Shota Aizawa.
"Oh! The son of Iron Matron?" A Pro Hero—tall and intense suddenly interjected—his voice laced with surprise.
He wore orange visor glasses on his face—with a full head of white that fell in spikes. His body was large and compact with coiling muscles that were encased in a tight bright red spandex suit.
This was the Pro Hero—Vlad King otherwisely known as Sekijiro Kan.
"Interesting—I heard much about him. His mother's Quirk mutated his physique—clearing it of all deficiencies and enhancing his biology to the peak of humankind. Whereas his own Quirk is said to be an enhancing type like his mother's Prime Frame. This kid is a physical anomally—a literal muscular monster."
Those words alone caused all those around to gather in interest—their gazes focusing around the screen All Might himself surveyed. Amongst them all, a certain rat-like creature, dressed in a formal suit stroked its…chin? Yeah its chin in amusement.
"Interesting…"
TO BE CONTINUED!!!