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Disc: HrPrTeam
(Special Credit to quiltedbear & Splingosplongo for the Beta Reading Labor!)
-Story Start-
March 26th, 2234.
Morning.
The sun shone brightly over the horizon, its brilliant light a much-needed abstract symbol of hope for the nervous kids upon this destined day.
Why destined day, you ask?
Today is the day of U.A.'s Entrance Exams.
But I'll let someone else handle the monologuing:
"U.A. High School - The academy that boasts the greatest heroics program in the entirety of Japan and arguably, the world."
"The other educational programs are nothing to scoff at, either."
"Advanced teaching methods using the most up-to-date technologies and adept council. All wrapped in a nurturing ground of over 50 square kilometers teeming with forests and training grounds."
The source of the monologue nodded sagely, "Indeed, the seemingly endless line of eager participants in the upcoming U.A. Entrance Exams perfectly exemplifies the high demand for this institution." He gestured at the densely packed line of quirky individuals trying to enter the main building.
Which looked incredibly expensive and high-end given its glistening glass walls and looming height.
Stroking his chin, he smirked with pleasure, "It is truly a school worthy of us, my brother." Nodding once more.
...
"No one asked for a monologue, bro." Yuji deadpanned.
Aoi's shoulders sagged at that brutal statement.
Brightening up, Yuji mentioned as they stood just before the line began, "You know, I thought we'd stand out given we look like we've had a rough childhood or somethin." He pointed loosely at their scars and his missing finger.
He then gestured at the long line of colorful individuals.
Aoi agreed, "As far as our history and resume goes... It's the truth. I know you leave much to be desired in terms of lying ability, which is why I have forged our narrative to make it easier on you." He folded his arms, nodding matter-of-factly.
"Right." Yuji sighed as he stepped forward to make his way into the long line of participants with Aoi following him.
Aoi grinned, "Do not fret. My brother. You've studied hard, you will succeed in the Exam. Of that, I have no doubt." He patted Yuji's shoulders in encouragement.
Huffing from his nose, Yuji let Aoi's confidence infect him, "That's right! My efforts can't have been wasted!" He fistbumped with Aoi.
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'This is way too easy.' Aoi shook his head with a knowing smile.
'This is way too hard?!' Yuji panicked internally, grabbing his head with both his hands at the sheer direness of this situation.
...
Let's rewind time to just fifteen minutes ago:
Following the long line of eager participants easily numbering a thousand and counting, Yuji and Aoi entered the main U.A. building.
Most of its extravagant and squeaky-clean halls were inaccessible and blocked, allowing for only a single path to follow - Yuji was internally thankful for that one.
Following said path, the participants handed in their IDs to see if they were registered for the Exam, upon confirmation they got their Examinee Cards with their participation number and the associated Battle Center they will be taking part in and they continued on their path.
Leading to a hallway filled with classrooms.
Staff members stood at the door of each classroom and subsequently let participants enter to take the Written Test.
Of course, this was to be done in an organized manner, and who better to organize the classrooms than a teacher - Namely one who can clone himself.
"Hey, that's Ectoplasm!" Participants cheered at his efficient appearance alongside clones, stoically directing them into their classes.
Excreting a thick substance from his mouth, clones of the scary-looking Hero appeared.
"...His Quirk's activation leaves much to be desired." Aoi analytically noted.
"That's rude, dude." Yuji chastised as they were about to get directed to their classes.
The Ectoplasm Clone only leveled a momentary glance at Yuji as he directed him, "Test Class C." He pointed his finger.
Nodding gravely at the upcoming intense battle, Yuji followed the directions, waving to Aoi, "Good luck!"
Aoi smiled as he was next in line, "Good luck. But do not worry, brother we will still be in the same class-"
"You. Class H." Ectoplasm's words were nearly as impactful as a Black Flash from the King Of Curses himself.
"B-Brother..." Tears began to roll, much to Ectoplasm's dismay, from the face of the macho-looking brat before him.
Tears weren't particularly uncommon given this was THE U.A. Entrance Exam, famous for being brutally competitive... But the contrast between the usual meek bunch and this macho kid was what gave the aged Pro-Hero whiplash.
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Which brought us to the current situation!
Yuji and Aoi... Separated.
The U.A. Written Test appeared to be...
"Easy." Aoi laughed.
"Brutal." Yuji whimpered.
Two hours to answer ten questions:
Two about history - Particularly Quirk History, go figure.
It was a little difficult, but Aoi had drilled the facts of this foreign world into his head whether he liked it or not.
A small snippet of English text with two questions in English - This one was easiest for Yuji, he's a big fan of American Movies.
Two questions on the subject of Japanese Language - Not too bad, but his Kanji is horrid.
But then...
The Titans of the Written Test made themselves apparent:
Two questions on the subject of Science - Either physics, biology, or chemistry.
The worst part about it is that you can't tell which two will be chosen out of the three - You have to study for all three of them.
...
It was Physics and Chemistry this time.
Then, to put the nail in the coffin - The final two questions were on the subject of Math.
...
Needless to say, Yuji's grip on the paper was ironclad, it was a miracle he hadn't accidentally torn it apart.
Though, if one were to ask him, he's but a few seconds away from Dismantling it.
Yuji never was one for religion, he's more traditional - But he wouldn't be ashamed to admit that he prayed to every God of every Religion to assist him in this herculean task.
...
It was an arduous two hours for Itadori Yuji; a difficulty rivaling his fateful battle against the King Of Curses.
Suffice it to say... Tears fell in those two hours, and Yuji was willing to adhere to Hakari-senpai's teachings on betting on his luck as well this time around...
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Following the Written Test that was most likely written by demons from the darkest pits of hell according to the reliable source Itadori Yuji.
All of the over a thousand examinees were taken to a gargantuan auditorium to be briefed on the most important part of the Exam:
The Practical Test.
Also called the great separator by salty examinees who hadn't gotten accepted into the Hero Course.
In truth, this exam isn't necessary if your aim is to be accepted into the Support or Business Courses of U.A.
However, nearly all that are present are taking it, even if their goal isn't heroism.
The reasoning is that the Courses have a set Hierarchy.
Hero Course > Support/Business Course >= General Studies.
If one were to be accepted into the Hero Course, he may choose at his own whims if he hadn't passed the Provisional License Exam yet - To "Lower" himself to any of the other courses within U.A.
Nevertheless, as everyone awaited the briefing, a noisy racket reverberated in the densely packed and spacious auditorium; the gossip, complaints, and even excitement electrified the air with a note of competitiveness amid the rather dimly lit hall.
It was a trepid and tense atmosphere nonetheless, as chatter was a method of coping and distraction for the less confident students, while the truly confident and competitive kept their silence...
Or just chatted as if all was fine with the world, seeming completely unbothered by the impending practical:
"I apologize for not being by your side in a time of great peril, my friend..." Aoi shook his head in great shame.
Yuji deadpanned, his gaze dead, "It's fine... You've been there for me enough times already." He placated with a mention.
Lazily, Yuji ignored the racket and from out of his bag he took a snack; a bag of chips.
"Is that the new flavor?" Aoi questioned, sitting next to Yuji.
"Yup. Want some?" He extended his hand to Aoi, shaking the bag for him to take.
"I'm afraid not, Yuji. It's as Takada-chan said - 'Heavily processed stuff makes my tummy ache~! Don't eat stuff that makes you feel bad afterward!'" Aoi quoted with a nod of pure wisdom.
...
"Didn't you eat fries from Choso's place a week ago?" Yuji pointed out, taking a bite of his chips with a crunch that was muffled by the racket surrounding them.
"Once in a while is fine, though." Aoi continued his quote from Takada, smiling profoundly.
Noting Yuji's displeased frown as he judgementally stared at the bag of chips, Aoi questioned, "Is it not to your satisfaction?"
He nodded, "For a bag of chips named - 'Endeavor's Spicy Crisps.' I'd have expected these to pack some more heat..." Scratching his cheek, Yuji asked, "Do I give the guys an honest review after they gave me the unpublished product? Cause I don't wanna let 'em down."
Note - The Salarymen Yuji had sung Karaoke with had taken a liking to him.
Extra Note - They're the marketing team for Hero-related products in the Snack Division.
Huffing in amusement, Aoi mentioned, "I say be honest, my brother... But, you appear as if a weighty load had been lifted from your shoulders, my friend."
Smiling in response and relief, Yuji nodded, "Yeah... That written test was no joke, man."
His eyes narrowed as the atmosphere around him grew more serious, "To be honest... I need to perform really well in this practical to cover for it. Ten-minute mock urban battles are right up our alley." He nodded.
Yuji couldn't help but feel saddened that most of their efforts in studying were wasted.
It was seriously no good.
It was a brutal massacre, dare he say.
Nevertheless, he'd appreciate passing, at least getting to the General Course through his results in the Practical.
As for if he gets to the Hero Course?
That'd be a nice bonus, he's still on the edge with all this Hero Business after all.
'Maybe something small time, rescue work sounds nice...' Yuji couldn't help but imagine.
However, annoyingly, Aoi held no doubts that Yuji would eventually warm up to the career choice of a Hero.
...He's never been wrong.
Sending a knowing look at Yuji, Aoi mentioned, "The practicals are considered more vital to your grading than the written exa-" Aoi's words were cut short by a rather obnoxiously loud voice ringing out and the lights turning on rather dramatically:
"HELLO LISTENERS!" A man appeared at the previously unlit and empty center podium.
His loud and confident tone had quickly silenced everyone - They were, after all, mostly serious about taking the Exams.
Except the more excited bunch, who rambled at the identity of the man - Pro Hero - Present Mic
"WELCOME TO MY SHOW!" He cheered, contrasting greatly with the rigid and serious atmosphere.
...
Silence, he was met with silence.
The man was not deterred in the slightest.
He gestured grandiosely, "EVERYBODY SAY 'HEY'!"
Once more... Silence.
Except.
"HEY!" Yuji rose up, pumping a fist in the air with an excited smile.
Blinking, Yuji noticed he was the only one out of the thousands that had actually gone with the flow, "Heh?"
"AT LEAST SOMEONE'S A GOOD LISTENER! YOU'RE A GOOD KID!" He gave him a thumbs-up.
"THANK YOU!" Yuji gave a thumbs-up back, as he sat back down, ignoring the momentary amused looks sent his way.
Shrugging, the man at the podium coughed, keeping the enthusiasm in his tone but with a touch of seriousness, "Then, I'll present a quick rundown on the practical exam."
His announcement had firmly grasped the keen attention of all present in the room, Aoi and Yuji included.
Perked up to hear every last detail.
...
"ARE YOU READY?!"
...
""YEAH!"" Yuji answered once more, this time Aoi joined him in their lonesome cheer.
Present Mic was internally grateful not everyone was a killjoy here - Though he couldn't blame them for their sour and serious expressions nonetheless.
Present Mic elaborated, not withholding on any theatrical gestures, "As it says in the application requirements, you listeners will be conducting ten-minute mock urban battles after this!"
The screen behind him shifted to show a map of battle centers marked with letters - A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J & K.
Gesturing to it, he explained, "After this presentation, you'll head to the specified battle center, okay?"
Looks of realization crossed everyone's faces at that admission, as they lowered their heads to look at their Examinee Cards.
"Battle Center A," Aoi mumbled aloud, knowing that they'd be separated.
"Battle Center B," Yuji confirmed with a nod.
...
Seeing the lack of reaction from Aoi, Yuji questioned, "I'm surprised you're not upset."
Aoi is usually very clingy, for better or worse.
Nodding, Aoi lifted a finger lecturing, "We'll hold each other back. Recall this is a competition... It is unlikely that even with my machinations they would allow me to participate alongside you given our Familial Connection."
"You got a point..." Yuji admitted.
Their attention was redrawn to the presentation on the screen behind Present Mic, as the image of an Urban Battle Center alongside multiple blurred figures appeared.
It was then, that the examinees concluded that the most essential information was about to be revealed:
"Three different types of Faux Villains are stationed in each battle center. You earn points for each of them based on their difficulty level... Take a look under your desk, the handouts should present this clearly." He gestured at the blurred-out images of the robotic figures presented with - 1 Point, 2 Points, 3 Points respectively.
All participants found a preplaced handout below their desk, with blurred images of four Faux Villains and a written explanation of what Present Mic had just lectured.
Letting his words sink in and taking note that all had a handout in their grasp, he continued, "Your goal, my dear listeners, is to use your Quirks to earn points by destroying the Faux Villains."
He then pointed at the large assembled crowd with a narrowed gaze beneath his flashy shades, "Obviously, attacking other examinees and any other unheroic actions are prohibited! Feel free to act heroically though!" Shaking his finger to emphasize his words.
...
A contemplative silence enveloped the densely packed auditorium, as all the participants concentrated on the words of Present Mic and understood the rather basic rules to follow...
However...
Some had dug deeper.
Aoi's expression was rock solid and stoic, as his eyes narrowed in concentration.
His vast mental CPU triggered once more...
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Back in the home abode of the Three Brothers, a beautiful sunset could be seen through the cracked glass window.
Through the cracks, a gentle breeze blew in Aoi's face as he gazed profoundly at the distant horizon of their strange new home.
The creak of a door opening directed Aoi's attention to the newcomer - A familiar face that brought a warm smile to Aoi's face.
Stepping forward, the tall figure with wavey green hair of Takada-chan made herself present.
Though, he was aware of her purpose this time.
He nodded, "I am aware, Takada-chan. There is the 4th Faux Villain drawn on the handout that he has yet to address. I believe he had either forgotten or has yet to reach that poi-"
Shaking her head and wagging her finger in front of him, Takada lectured, "That's not it, dummy."
Aoi's eyes widened as he blabbered out, "Huh?"
Collecting himself quickly so as not to a fool of himself in front of Takada-chan, his expression hardened, lowering his head in contemplation.
Clueing him in, Takada mentioned, "Don't you think this Practical is extremely advantageous to examinees with combat-oriented or destructive Quirks?"
Humming, Aoi nodded, "Now that you mention it... It's true."
He pointed out his observation, "While combat-oriented Quirks are the most in-demand due to their capability of handling Villains outright... Rescue Heroes are also a vital piece of the Heroism puzzle. In the last fifty years, a couple had reached the Top 20 without much issue, after all."
Huffing, his eyes glittering with understanding, "Not just strange... It is most suspicious-" A grin slowly forming on his expression.
Takada nodded, lifting a finger as she smirked herself, "His last statement."
Aoi nodded, repeating, "Feel free to act heroically... That's the clue."
Tilting her head cutely, Takada cheered, "That's right, Aoi-kun~ All that's left is to confirm!"
"Indeed." He smiled broadly.
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"My 530000 IQ mental CPU produces only one conclusion… Pitiful, this test is pitifully simple…" Aoi chuckled to himself.
Note: This happened in 0.01 seconds.
Having awoken from his short, very real, and vivid conversation with Takada-chan, Aoi's hulking figure rose up suddenly, startling those around him as well as Yuji.
Catching Present Mic off-guard while he was awaiting everyone to process his words, he turned to look at Aoi as the hulking "15"-year-old's voice reverberated powerfully through the packed auditorium.
"A question." Aoi's expression was stern, a thin line on his face.
"Go ahead!" Present Mic nodded, pointing at the former Jujutsu Sorceror, a sudden spotlight appearing on his visage to allow all to see and hear him clearly.
Undeterred by the expectant and perplexed gazes of over a thousand individuals, Aoi presented his argument, "Is this Practical not extremely advantageous to those with combat-oriented Quirks or Destructive Quirks? What of those with Quirks that are more fit for Rescuing? While the former could be argued as the more valuable, it is still not fitting for U.A. to not nurture or give a chance to those more fit for the less flashy yet still important jobs. How do you explain that?"
Aoi's words cut deeply, it seemed as if Present Mic's cheerful exterior suddenly froze.
Once more, silence enveloped the auditorium, as everyone processed Aoi's words.
Mutters of:
"He's got a point... Heroes are supposed to be paragons of virtue and-" Self-serving ramblings.
"Cheh, something a loser extra would say." A scoff from an especially pompous examinee.
But...
All these minor murmurs were overshadowed by the collective outrage of those that fell in the category of:
Rescue Quirks.
Like a harbinger, Aoi's words signaled the swift and collective outrage of those with unfair chances in this exam:
"HE'S RIGHT! WHAT ABOUT US?!"
"T-THIS IS SO UNFAIR! HEROES AREN'T JUST ABOUT PUNCHING AND KICKING GUYS!"
"I JUST WANT TO SAVE OTHERS AND LOOK COOL DAMN IT!"
It was one, then two... It spread to the hundreds.
Whilst Present Mic couldn't help but state under his breath, with a note of impression, "Not bad..." Tapping his chin nonchalantly.
Clapping his hands loudly, and screaming so loudly that others might have speculated he used his Quirk, Present Mic silenced the auditorium once more, "QUIETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!"
...
Nodding in satisfaction at his efforts, he turned to the still-standing figure of Aoi, "You're right."
Present Mic's sudden agreement with Aoi managed to calm the agitation of the Rescue-fit Quirks.
He continued with renewed enthusiasm, "Thank you for the astute question!" He raised a thumbs-up.
"Those with Quirks more fit for rescue work will be judged fairly in consideration of their performance alongside everyone, do not worry!" He shouted enthusiastically.
Not letting them come to a conclusion too early, he elaborated on the exam itself, "All Faux Villains have a turn-off switch hidden on their body. Pressing that will count as "Destroying" them. Obviously, the more points the Faux Villain is worth, the harder it is to get or find the turn-off switch." He shrugged in amusement.
Then, he raised the volume, his ear screeching voice was still nearly incapacitating without even activating his Quirk, "And FINALLY! The more points the Faux Villain is worth, the harder they are to destroy..."
A small collection of sketches depicting the three types of Faux Villains worth any points appeared, with small sketches of others punching or using Quirks on them.
Raising his hand to the presentation, Present Mic explained, "1 Point Faux Villains are made out of plastic and a thin layer of metal alloy. It'll hurt, but if you've trained properly even Quirkless can punch their way through it!"
"2 Point Faux Villains are where your Quirks come to play! Layered with a considerably thicker wall of metal alloy, punching through these Villains is impossible for the Quirkless and greatly not recommended."
"3 Point Faux Villains are the cream of the crop! Layered with thick steel, these Villains are no joke! Fewer but more remarkable, these are for the greatest of the greats to take down!"
Then, the presentation transitioned to a different Faux Villain, one that had appeared in the handout and a few participants were curious as to what it was.
"The 0-Pointer or Arena Trap." Present Mic announced its identity.
Shrugging, he explained, "A single one exists per Battle Center and is set to be released after an unspecified amount of time after the Practicle's commencement. To put it bluntly, he's an obstacle."
"Not impossible to defeat, but he isn't worth the trouble, he's extremely dangerous in narrow spaces and many times greater in size than the 3-Pointer."
He warned again, "If you know what's good for ya, avoid him. That's my recommendation!"
...
Turning to the still-standing Aoi, he smirked, "Does that answer your question?"
Aoi smirked back, nodding resolutely, "Satisfactory." Having appeared to have concluded something from Present Mic's words as he sat down.
Then, after that rapid fire and boisterous explanation, Present Mic let silence reign for a moment as everyone digested the information.
Murmurs among participants took place as they compared this practical to Video Games and such.
"...This doesn't change much?" Yuji scratched his chin, trying to piece together whether he should change his plan.
His... Rather basic plan.
"I believe your plan to bulldoze the Robots requires no adjustment. In this instance, I am glad we are separated in the test." Aoi nodded.
Yuji huffed, "I guess." He shrugged in acceptance.
"But do remember to only show your "Quirk"." Aoi asserted in seriousness.
"Unless there's an emergency-" Yuji's words were cut short thanks to Present Mic's timely interruption.
He cheered, "On that note, dear Listeners! That's all from me..."
Opening his arms widely in a grand theatrical gesture, Present Mic shouted, "Go Beyond! Plus Ultra!"
...
"Plus Ultra!" Yuji cheered.
"Thank you!" Present Mic smiled broadly and pointed once again at Yuji.
Clapping his hands at the nervous and simultaneously excited crowd, a sinister smirk formed on Present Mic's face:
"Now, everyone, good luck suffering~!"
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Following Present Mic's presentation of the upcoming Practical Exam; The Examinees were guided out of the building and to an already prepared array of buses for each Battle Center respectively.
Exchanging a manly clap to declare their melancholic yet necessary short departure of the Brothers from one another.
It was a most tearful exchange, a clap that will echo in songs and poems of tragedy for generations...
Or so Todo Aoi believes.
Regardless, following a mostly unnerved and quiet bus drive to Battle Center B...
Itadori Yuji is met with this scene:
After roughly five minutes of trepidly awaiting further instruction, he stood in front of the gigantic door leading to the fake Urban City.
A sight that made Yuji's broke mind boggle from the sheer cost something like this alongside ROBOTS would cost.
The outlier of this scene was a spiky ash-blonde haired boy declaring:
"ALRIGHT YOU EXTRAS! GET IN MY WAY AND I'LL KILL YOU SO STAND BACK!" He pointed haughtily at the nearly one hundred examinees, his face twisted into a snarl, his teeth sparkling from the brightness of the noon sun looming above him.
Those pearly white teeth must be the result of using GangOrca's Pearly Whites™! - Not sponsored.
Scratching his cheek, Yuji only deadpanned at the rudeness.
A dwarf-sized teenager with odd purple balls attached to his head elbowed Yuji's leg, trying to lighten the mood by making fun of the arrogant boy, "Get a load of this guy." He scoffed, pointing a finger at the pompous examinee.
Yuji couldn't help but agree, nodding and pointing at the explosive boy with a twinge of pity, "Wonder what crawled up his butt..."
Their attention was suddenly drawn to Present Mic appearing in a tall far-off tower, his loud voice crossing a great distance yet not losing in coherence in the slightest:
"ALRIGHT! START!" He suddenly declared.
...
He was met with momentary confusion; a confusion that he had expected.
With a wide grin that clearly conveyed he loved his job, Present Mic continued, "WHAT'S WRONG? THERE ARE NO COUNTDOWNS IN REAL FIGHTS!"
As he spoke, the massive metal door leading into the city slowly opened, its immense weight scraping loudly against the ground.
Present Mic's voice resonated nonetheless, "GO GO GO! THE DIE HAS BEEN CAST! PLUS ULTRA!"
It was their signal:
Even those slow in the head - Itadori Yuji specifically weren't too far behind in understanding what they had to do:
They had to run to get ahead.
Quirks flared up, as examinees zoomed past each other and into the main street of the faux city; no time to admire the urban decorations and detail that went into it.
At the front of the line of a hundred examinees was...
None other than the very same arrogant boy that had so haughtily declared his superiority.
It seemed, there was some backbone to his claims.
His name - Bakugo Katsuki.
His Quirk - [Explosion].
[Explosion allows the user to excrete nitroglycerin-like sweat from their palms and ignite it at will to create explosions of various sizes]
Through expert usage of his Quirk, his palms behind him, he propelled himself forward, speeding ahead of the competition.
He was first in line, as he had expected.
A broad, bloodthirsty, and excited smirk crawled onto his face.
...
A smirk that froze in surprise at the sight before him.
...
Indeed, Katsuki Bakugo was at the front of the line.
...
For an instant, that is.
Ahead of him, a pink-haired boy ran forward at a mind-boggling speed having overtaken Bakugo in mere seconds, his run cracking the ground with each of his steps and kicking up dust and debris.
The surprise on Bakugo's face only grew as the pink-haired boy reached the first two Faux Villains that stood at the intersection of two main streets:
A two-pointer and a one-pointer.
...
Dispatching them in a near instant:
The one-pointer's fragile body collapsed into itself at the boy's powerful punch, turning off immediately.
The two-pointer's tougher structure was caved in slightly, only to get dealt the final blow by the impact of its body on the walls of one of the buildings, the pink-haired boy's kick having sent it flying.
...
Itadori Yuji.
Quirk - [Blood Manipulation?]
To Be Continued!
-Author Note Start-
Hello hello my lovelies!
Something important to clarify:
I've scaled Yuji's, Todo's and Choso's Physical Stats in comparison to One For All Percentages.
I won't reveal them.
Some of my creative directors know them - But I've changed those percentages, cause after some thorough thinking... They don't make sense lmao.
It ain't too big so don't worry my dear creative directors!
But I'd like to point out something that, in my mind, should be fairly obvious.
None of them - Specifically the strongest; Yuji - Are anywhere CLOSE in terms of Physical Stats to Full Power Deku.
What is Full Power Deku?
Not the one we've seen at the end of the manga before he lost his Quirk and actually mastered it lmao.
He's Faked 120% with the usage of the other quirks.
As far as I'm aware... Has he reached 45%-60% normally?
Anywho...
Don't worry about it.
Yuji, Choso, and Todo won't be helpless in comparison to the end-game stuff.
Especially Yuji himself.
On that note!
Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and it was up to snuff in quality n stuff.
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