Amidst the frenzy of participants rushing into the city,
I felt a mix of excitement and strategy coursing through me.
"Alright, Kai, time to put those observations and knowledge to good use,"
I muttered to myself, a determined grin forming on my lips.
As I weaved through the bustling streets, I kept an eye out for the perfect target – a villain with a point value that wouldn't draw too much attention.
"No need to show all my cards at once," I reasoned, knowing that flaunting my overwhelming power could raise suspicion, you know i wanna enjoy my time ''
With a swift motion, I unleashed a powerful punch, the force of it propelling my fist forward with precision.
The robot villain crumbled upon impact, shattered remnants scattered on the ground.
"Two points, just like that," I thought, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.
As I moved on, each encounter with a robot villain became a calculated decision.
"Gotta keep my score steady, but not raise eyebrows,"
I mused.
My movements were deliberate, strikes efficient yet controlled. I couldn't help but appreciate the balance between my incredible abilities and the need to blend in with the other participants.
As I continued to navigate through the urban battlefield,
tallying my robot kills in my mind, I couldn't help but notice a familiar figure.
It was as if the pages of the manga had come to life – there stood Midoriya, the green-haired protagonist of this world.
His expression carried a hint of worry, a glimpse of the weight he bore on his shoulders.
I watched him for a moment, contemplating the significance of his presence in this exam. Memories from the series flooded my mind – his journey from a quirkless underdog to a formidable hero.
But now, with the knowledge I possessed, I understood the potential twists that lay ahead.
"Midoriya, huh?" I muttered, my gaze never leaving him.
In this world of quirks and heroes, he was destined to become one of the greatest.
And yet, here he was, still in his early stages, grappling with uncertainty.
A wry smile played on my lips as I considered the possibilities.
"I could tip the scales, alter the narrative,"
I thought. It was a tempting thought – to mold this world's fate in my own hands.
As I moved closer, the urge to interact tugged at me.
"Maybe a few words of encouragement?"
I pondered. But then, a voice of caution whispered – altering someone's destiny had consequences beyond my understanding.
Midoriya's determination, his relentless pursuit of greatness, mirrored my own desires.
And yet, was it right to meddle? To rob him of the trials that forged his character?
Shaking my head, I refocused on the task at hand. The robotic villains were still my targets, my score climbing steadily.
"One step at a time," I thought, a newfound resolve guiding me.
With every punch, every calculated move, I channeled my energy into the robot
As the clock continued its relentless countdown,
I felt a mixture of anticipation and contemplation.
My knowledge of the imminent appearance of the colossal robot added a layer of excitement to the test.
In the original storyline, it was the moment when Midoriya's raw power and determination were put on display, earning him the admiration of all who witnessed it.
And yet, as I stood there, I couldn't shake off the thought –
what if I were to intervene?
What if I were to be the one to take down that gigantic robot?
The idea was tantalizing, a chance to stand out in this world and perhaps forge my own narrative.
As the seconds ticked away, my internal debate intensified.
"Steal the spotlight," a voice urged within me.
It was an opportunity to make a splash, to show off the power that came with my unique position. But another voice countered –
"Respect the flow of the story."
As the tension built and the giant robot loomed over the trapped girl,
I found myself torn between my earlier contemplation and the urgency of the moment.
in the midst of it all, I glimpsed Midoriya, his determination etched onto his face as he raced to the girl's aid.
But then, a realization hit me like a tidal wave.
The thought I had entertained, the temptation to seize that pivotal moment, had manifested into a reality.
With a deep breath and a resigned sigh, I summoned my newfound power.
A simple gesture – a click of my fingers – unleashed an invisible torrent of energy that coursed through the colossal robot.
The effect was instantaneous, as if the robot was no more than a fragile puppet.
Its mechanical frame crumbled, falling to the ground in a lifeless heap.
The imminent threat had been obliterated, and the girl's perilous situation was abruptly averted.
But as the dust settled and the cheers of the onlookers rang out.
The balance had shifted, the story had been altered, and
Midoriya's moment of shining courage, his defining act of heroism, had been snatched away.
his path had been rewritten, his narrative usurped
I observed Midoriya's lifeless reaction amidst the cheers and celebration
Midoriya, the once-quirkless boy who had earned the legendary power of One For All, stood there with a mix of shock and resignation
my mind drifted to All Might, the Symbol of Peace, the hero who had placed his faith in Midoriya and entrusted him with the legacy of One For All.
How would he react to this unforeseen outcome? The anticipation of greatness, the promise of a new successor, and now, the reality of Midoriya's failure
As the tense atmosphere of the entrance examination gradually eased,
participants began to disperse from the battle city zone.
Their expressions were a mixture of relief, anticipation, and perhaps a touch of anxiety.
The minutes leading up to the end of the test had been a whirlwind of action and strategy, with each candidate striving to secure their place in the prestigious UA Academy