Precision in Motion
As the gates blasted open, students rushed forward like a stampede of desperate warriors, eager to rack up points. Some activated their Quirks immediately, while others hesitated, scanning the battlefield for a safe route.
And then there was Akira Tachibana.
While everyone charged ahead like headless chickens, he simply walked in.
His light blue eyes, enhanced by Hawkeye, scanned the battlefield, analyzing every possible route, enemy spawn point, and weak spot in a split second.
I don't need to be flashy.
Just efficient.
A three-pointer leaped at him from the side.
Without even looking—
SHINK!
His Silverine dagger sliced through its joint, severing its limbs before he delivered a swift kick to the head, sending it crashing into another robot.
+3 points.
Another two-pointer rolled toward him, cannons charging—
BANG!
A single gunshot echoed, and the bullet pierced its core processor, shutting it down instantly.
+2 points.
One after another, the robots fell before they could even react.
Akira's movement was effortless. His dagger flickered like a silver blur, cutting through metal like paper, while his pistol sniped down distant enemies with pinpoint accuracy.
The difference between him and the other examinees was clear.
While others struggled to take down a single robot, Akira moved like a ghost, dismantling machines with the precision of a master assassin.
He wasn't rushing. He wasn't struggling.
He was simply doing what he was born to do.
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The Teachers' Reactions
Inside the observation room, the U.A. teachers were watching the students' performances through multiple screens.
While many had caught their attention, one student in particular stood out.
Akira Tachibana.
"Woah…" Present Mic muttered. "That Black-haired kid is something else. Look at him move!"
Eraserhead, arms crossed, narrowed his eyes. "He's not just fighting. He's analyzing. Every move is calculated—he never wastes an attack."
Nezu, the principal, sipped his tea, intrigued. "Such precision at his age… He's holding back, isn't he?"
The teachers all noticed it.
Akira was fighting efficiently, but there was no flash, no excessive use of power.
He wasn't showing his full potential.
"His accuracy is insane," Snipe noted, watching Akira land impossible pistol shots. "He doesn't even need to aim long—just bang!, and down they go. Kid's got a built-in sniper scope or something?"
"His blade work is even more interesting," Ectoplasm added. "He's cutting at precise weak points every time. That's not something a normal kid can do."
All Might, watching silently, rubbed his chin. "There's something about him… He fights like a seasoned veteran, not an examinee."
The teachers all agreed.
Akira Tachibana wasn't just strong.
He was dangerous.
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Alya's Performance – The Telekinetic Queen
Not far from Akira, Alya Kujou was putting on her own show.
She stood in the middle of the battlefield, completely unbothered, as multiple robots surrounded her.
A smirk played on her lips.
With a simple flick of her wrist—
BANG!
Every single robot lifted into the air, helplessly floating.
With another flick—
CRASH!
They were slammed into each other and crushed like soda cans.
+10 points.
+5 points.
+3 points.
Alya yawned and flipped a page in her magazine.
The teachers watching her?
"…Is she really not taking this seriously?" Midnight blinked.
"Her power is impressive," Cementoss commented. "She's controlling multiple heavy objects at once with minimal effort."
Nezu chuckled. "She's playing around. If she wanted to, she could probably lift the entire battlefield."
Like Akira, Alya wasn't even trying.
But unlike him, she didn't care to hide it.
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The Arrival of the Zero-Pointer
A massive rumble shook the battlefield.
The Zero-Pointer—a towering, monstrous machine—rose from the ground, its red eyes glowing menacingly.
Students screamed and ran in terror.
Even some of the stronger ones hesitated.
And Akira?
He looked at it for two seconds—
Then turned around and started walking away.
"Aki, you're not gonna fight it?" Alya asked, not even looking up from her magazine.
Akira scoffed. "Why the hell would I waste time on something that doesn't even give points?"
Alya shrugged. "Fair."
And just like that, they both ignored the giant death machine and calmly walked away while everyone else panicked.
Until—
A scream.
Akira's eyes flicked toward the source.
A girl was trapped under rubble—Ochako Uraraka.
Above her, the Zero-Pointer's massive foot was coming down fast.
Most students froze, unsure of what to do.
But then—
Midoriya moved.
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Deku's Smash – Akira's First Impression
Akira's Hawkeye vision locked onto Midoriya as the boy leaped forward with a determined expression.
What's this guy doing?
Then—
BOOM!!!
Midoriya's fist collided with the Zero-Pointer's head.
A shockwave blasted through the air as the massive machine's head caved in from the impact.
The entire battlefield went silent.
Akira's light blue eyes widened slightly.
…Huh. That's actually impressive.
But then—Midoriya started falling.
He's gonna crash.
Akira moved.
In an instant, he jumped into the air, grabbed Midoriya's falling body, and landed smoothly.
Midoriya blinked blearily, completely dazed. "H-Huh…?"
"Yo, dumbass," Akira said casually. "Nice punch, but maybe try not dying next time."
Midoriya blinked, still too stunned to respond.
Meanwhile, Alya walked over to Ochako and easily lifted the rubble off her with her telekinesis.
"You're free now," Alya said, dusting off her hands. "No need to thank me."
Ochako looked up at her, stunned.
"You… You guys are amazing…"
But before she could say more—
Akira and Alya turned and walked away.
Midoriya and Ochako watched them go, completely bewildered.
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The Aftermath – The Exam Ends
As the countdown hit zero, a loud horn rang across the battlefield.
The exam was over.
Students either collapsed in exhaustion or cheered.
Akira? He stretched his arms lazily.
"That was easy. "
Alya smirked. "Too easy."
"Let's go and make dinner I'll make your favourite Steak"
"Yeah I know my Aki is the best"
Without looking back, they left the battlefield, completely unfazed.
They didn't know it yet—
But they had just shaken U.A. to its core.
- To Be Continued