My Hero Academia: Complete Victory

Kuro has a lot of forms and techniques, and all will be explained.

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Kuro stood at the gate to Zone C, waiting for it to open. The sight before him was nothing short of awe-inspiring. The zones weren't just areas—they were entire miniature cities, complete with buildings, streets, and infrastructure.

Though smaller than a real city, they were still massive, a testament to U.A.'s reputation as the best—and undoubtedly, the richest—hero school in Japan. Kuro couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for the resources at the school's disposal.

As the gates slowly creaked open, Present Mic's voice boomed over the speakers once more, signaling the start of the practical exam. "LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" he shouted, his enthusiasm as contagious as ever.

Kuro was ready to go. His initial plan was simple—score around 200 points by taking down robots, then confront the Zero-Pointer for a real challenge. But as he took his first step forward, he suddenly stopped, his excitement dimming slightly.

This is... boring, he thought to himself. He realized that his initial plan wasn't much different from what Bakugo or any other competitive student might do—destroy as many robots as possible and rack up points. It was efficient, sure, but it lacked flair and creativity. If he was going to stand out, he needed something different, something that would set him apart from the rest.

Then it hit him—a strategy that was both bold and risky. If he wanted to make a mark, he'd have to do more than just play the game. He'd have to cheat.

Up in the judges' room, the atmosphere was far more serious. The room was filled with several prominent heroes, each observing the exam with sharp, critical eyes. If Izuku had been there, he would have recognized them all instantly.

Endeavor, the No. 2 hero, stood with his arms crossed, a stern expression on his face. He was here primarily to keep an eye out for any potential rivals to his son, Shoto Todoroki. Midnight, the R-Rated Hero, lounged casually in her seat, her eyes gleaming with interest as she observed the screens.

Edgeshot, the ninja-like hero, sat silently, his posture perfectly composed. And finally, All Might—the greatest hero of the era—stood with his usual larger-than-life presence, though his attention seemed oddly focused on a particular student.

At the center of it all was Principal Nezu, his tiny fingers clicking away at the keyboard. His sharp mind was constantly analyzing the data coming in, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Aizawa, seated next to him, looked more exhausted than usual, his unkempt hair and dark circles under his eyes making him appear even more bedraggled.

Aizawa noticed Nezu's intense focus on the screen and leaned over slightly. "Is there a problem with the system?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

Nezu shook his head, though his eyes remained fixed on the screen. "No, nothing like that," he replied, his tone thoughtful.

Aizawa frowned. "Then what is it?"

Nezu pointed to the leaderboard displayed on one of the monitors. Most of the scores were modest—typical for this stage of the exam. But one score stood out, towering above the rest: 285 points, nearly double the next highest.

Endeavor, noticing the anomaly, glanced over at the screen and then at Aizawa. "Did you rig the exam and tip off some of the students?" he asked, his tone accusatory.

Edgeshot shook his head calmly, his voice smooth as he responded. "I ensured that no information was leaked. The students are on their own out there."

All Might, who had been unusually silent, shifted his focus away from the screen showing Izuku Midoriya and chimed in, "I agree. There's no way any of them could have known the specifics beforehand." His words were sincere, though they earned him a suspicious glance from Endeavor, who seemed to be questioning All Might's focus.

Nezu continued to watch the screen, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's not about having prior knowledge," he said, his tone both amused and impressed. "This student—Kurokami Tenshin—is gambling, and quite seriously, I might add. He's focusing almost entirely on helping others, using our sense of morality and justice against us. Will we fail him for not attacking the robots and instead aiding his competition? That wouldn't be right, not in a real hero situation. It's a clever strategy."

Aizawa's eyebrows raised slightly as he considered Nezu's words. "So that's why his score is so high… But why is he doing it? He's carrying wounded competitors, immobilizing robots so others can destroy them, and gathering large groups of robots together. It's hard to tell if he's babying everyone or just showing off."

All Might, eager to contribute to the discussion—and perhaps to divert attention away from Endeavor's scrutiny—nodded in agreement. "Kuro might be doing exactly what Nezu said. He's taking a different approach to the exam."

Midnight, ever the romantic, leaned forward with a playful smile. "Or perhaps his chivalrous heart is just that strong. Ah, the youth of today…"

Aizawa, who had been mostly lethargic up until now, showed a rare burst of energy. "If that's the case, we'll need to keep an eye on him. Maybe send him directly to my class—I'll make sure to force that saintly attitude out of him."

Nezu chuckled softly. "He's certainly a unique case. But at this rate, it's hard to argue against passing him. His performance so far has been exceptional."

As the heroes continued their discussion, Edgeshot pointed at one of the screens. "Look there," he said, his voice calm and measured. "Kuro has just helped another competitor, but now it seems the Zero-Pointer has taken an interest in him."

The Showdown: Kuro vs. Zero-Pointer

Back in Zone C, Kuro had just finished freeing a competitor whose leg had been trapped under some debris. The student thanked him profusely before limping off to continue the exam. Kuro smiled and waved, his usual cheerful demeanor fully intact.

But then he felt it—a rumble in the ground, followed by a massive shadow looming over the city. Kuro turned around, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of the Zero-Pointer. The robot was enormous, towering over every building in the zone. Its sheer size was intimidating, but Kuro's expression quickly shifted from surprise to excitement.

"Now that's more like it," Kuro murmured to himself, his heart pounding with anticipation. The Zero-Pointer was technically worth zero points, but for Kuro, this was the challenge he had been waiting for.

With a deep breath, Kuro activated his quirk. A light purple aura enveloped his body, swirling around him like a cloak of energy. This was "Ki," the essence of his power. It could be used in countless ways, but Kuro had spent years honing one technique in particular—"Enhancement.1"

By focusing his "Ki" throughout his body, he could significantly boost his physical abilities. He had trained so intensely with this technique that he could maintain it for an entire day if needed.

This form, which Kuro had named "Base," was the foundation of his fighting style. It allowed him to move faster, hit harder, and endure longer than he could in his normal state.1

With his body now fully enhanced, Kuro scanned the environment for something he could use. His eyes landed on a sturdy street pole. With a swift motion, he yanked it from the ground and, using his "Ki," sharpened one end into a makeshift spear.

"Alright, let's see what you've got," Kuro said with a grin as he sprinted toward the massive robot. As he approached, he leaped onto its leg, using his enhanced speed and strength to scale the machine like it was nothing more than a jungle gym.

Reaching the robot's head, Kuro aimed his spear and slashed at its neck, intending to decapitate the machine. But the robot's armor was tougher than he had anticipated, and the spear only cut a few inches into the metal.

Kuro grinned, his eyes alight with the thrill of battle. "Know your place, machine, and be proud," he declared, his voice carrying a hint of arrogance that contrasted with his usual sunny demeanor. "After all, you were slain by a god."

With a powerful swing, Kuro used the street pole like a bat, smashing it into the robot's head with such force that the impact echoed through the streets. The head was knocked clean off, sent flying through the air like a ball struck by a home run. But even headless, the Zero-Pointer wasn't done.

Switching to ranged mode, the robot launched a barrage of missiles, each one trailing a cloud of thick, sleeping gas aimed directly at Kuro.

Back in the judges' room, the heroes had turned their attention to other contestants, evaluating their performances. But All Might, intrigued by Kuro's unconventional tactics, kept his eyes on the screen showing the battle with the Zero-Pointer.

As Kuro fought, All Might couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. The boy's selflessness, his willingness to help others even at the cost of his points, was a testament to what it meant to be a true hero. "The next generation," All Might mused to himself, "they're even more pure-hearted than I expected."

But had the judges been able to hear what Kuro was saying, that sentiment might have been quickly reconsidered. Fortunately for Kuro, the monitors were only visual, and his words—a somewhat arrogant declaration of godhood—went unheard.1

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