Senju in Mha

Time skip 10 years

The day I'd been waiting for was finally here—the U.A. High entrance exam. I stood at the gates, looking up at the towering buildings and thinking back on everything that had led me here. My training, my struggles, my victories. This was my moment. No second chances, no re-dos. If I wanted to make it in this world as a hero, it all started now.

Around me, dozens of other hopeful students were gathered, some looking nervous, others confident. I caught snippets of their conversations—mostly about quirks and who would score the most points. A lot of them were flashy, loud, already trying to size each other up. I stayed quiet, blending into the crowd. Let them underestimate me.

The written exam came first. Not much to say there—I handled it. Years of studying hero laws, ethics, and strategies had paid off, so I wasn't too worried. But as soon as that part ended, my nerves kicked up a notch.

The real test was about to begin.

We were taken to a massive mock city designed for the test. The instructors briefed us on the rules: destroy robots to earn points, rescue simulated civilians for bonus points, and avoid the Zero Pointer at all costs. Easy enough.

Or so it seemed.

As we waited for the test to start, I couldn't help but scan the crowd. Most of the students around me seemed tense, though a few looked like they'd already decided they were the main characters of this story. I caught sight of a green-haired kid mumbling to himself at the edge of the group. I didn't know his name yet, but something about him stood out.

The loudspeaker crackled to life.

"Go!" Present Mic's voice boomed, and the gates swung open.

I shot forward, not wasting a second. My training had drilled into me the importance of speed, precision, and focus. The others hesitated, some taking time to process the situation. Big mistake.

The first robot—a two-pointer—rolled into view. I didn't even slow down. Slamming my hands together, I summoned a wooden tendril from the ground. It smashed into the robot, tearing it apart like it was made of cardboard.

"Next," I muttered, already moving.

As more robots appeared, I ramped up my strategy. Wood clones sprang to life, each one a perfect replica of me. While I focused on fighting, they scattered across the battlefield, rescuing dummies trapped in rubble and fighting robots on their own.

"Did you see that?" a student near me gasped as one of my clones pulled a simulated civilian out of a collapsed building.

"What kind of quirk is that?" another muttered.

I ignored them, too focused on the task at hand. Points were racking up fast, but I wasn't just here to win. I wanted to make a statement.

As the test neared its end, the ground began to shake. The massive Zero Pointer appeared, its towering frame casting a shadow over the mock city. Most students froze in place, their eyes wide with fear. Some ran, following the instructions to avoid it.

I didn't.

The Zero Pointer wasn't worth any points, sure, but this was my chance to show U.A. what I could do.

Summoning more wood clones, I directed them to rescue students trapped in the debris caused by the robot's movements. Meanwhile, I ran straight toward the behemoth.

Its arm swung down, aiming to crush me, but I dodged, launching myself into the air using a wooden platform. As I soared upward, I gathered my energy, channeling it into a technique I'd spent years perfecting.

"Deep Forest Bloom!" I shouted, slamming my hands together.

Massive trees erupted from the ground, their roots and branches wrapping around the Zero Pointer's legs. The robot struggled, its joints groaning as it tried to break free, but the wood held firm.

I wasn't done yet. Summoning a wooden dragon, I directed it toward the Zero Pointer's torso. The dragon roared as it clamped its jaws around the robot, tearing it apart piece by piece.

When the dust settled, the Zero Pointer was nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.

Behind the Scenes: The Teachers' Room

High above the testing grounds, the instructors were watching everything unfold on their monitors. Present Mic leaned forward, his jaw practically hitting the floor.

"Did you see that? He just—what even is that quirk?!"

Aizawa—Eraser Head—crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he studied the footage. "It's… unusual. I've never seen anything like it. It's not just a simple manipulation quirk. The precision, the scale… it's almost like he's controlling an entire ecosystem."

"Do you think he's using some kind of support gear?" Midnight suggested, though her tone made it clear she wasn't convinced.

"I don't think so," Aizawa replied. "There's no sign of external equipment. This is all him."

Nezu, the principal, tapped his paw against the table thoughtfully. "It's fascinating. His quirk doesn't just destroy—it creates. The level of control he's displayed is remarkable. And those clones… they operate independently. Almost like autonomous units."

The room fell silent as they watched the boy on the screen direct his clones to rescue more students, all while dismantling robots with calculated precision.

"Does he even have a limit?" Snipe asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"That's what we'll have to find out," Aizawa muttered. "But one thing's for sure—this kid's going to be a handful."

When the test ended, I stood in the center of the simulated city, surrounded by the remains of robots and the whispers of my fellow students. Some looked impressed, others wary. I caught a few muttering about my quirk, trying to figure out how it worked.

Around me, the other examinees were gathering, some looking defeated, others victorious.

I was making my way toward the exit when I spotted a green-haired kid slumped against a pile of rubble. His arm and leg were bent at odd angles, the kind of injuries that made me wince just looking at them. He was trying to push himself upright, his face contorted in pain.

"Hey," I called out, jogging over to him.

He looked up, startled, his eyes wide and glassy. I recognized him from earlier—the nervous kid who'd been muttering to himself at the Group sorting line.

"You okay?" I asked, crouching beside him.

"I-I'm fine," he stammered, though the obvious pain in his voice betrayed him. "Just... overdid it a little."

"Overdid it? Your arm's broken, and I'm pretty sure your leg isn't supposed to bend like that."

He tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace. "It's not a big deal. Recovery Girl will—"

"Hold still," I interrupted, placing a hand gently on his arm.

His eyes widened. "What are you—"

I didn't wait for him to finish. Channeling my quirk, I summoned the same energy I'd used countless times during my training. A soft green glow enveloped my hand as I focused on his injuries. Slowly, the bones in his arm began to realign, the swelling reducing as the natural energy worked its way through his body.

"W-What?!" he gasped, staring at me in shock. "You can heal?"

"Kind of," I replied, keeping my focus steady. Healing wasn't my strongest suit, but I'd practiced enough to manage injuries like these. "I can speed up your recovery, but you'll still need Recovery Girl to finish the job. This should hold you over until then."

After a few moments, I moved to his leg, repeating the process. The broken bone knit itself back together, the pain on his face easing as the glow faded. When I finished, I sat back, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead.

"That should do it," I said, standing up and offering him a hand.

He hesitated for a moment before taking it. "Thank you. I-I didn't think anyone would—"

"It's fine," I cut him off, brushing off his gratitude. "Just take it easy, alright?"

He nodded, looking down at his arm and leg in awe. "You're incredible... Your quirk, it's like nothing I've ever seen."

I gave him a small shrug, uncomfortable with the attention. "Just doing what I can. You should get checked by Recovery Girl anyway. She'll make sure you're completely healed."

As I turned to leave, he called out to me.

"Wait! What's your name?"

I paused, glancing back over my shoulder. "You'll find out soon enough."

With that, I walked away, leaving him to process what had just happened. The other students were still buzzing about my performance, but I wasn't here for their approval. I had done what I came to do.

As I exited the testing grounds, I couldn't shake the feeling that the green-haired kid was going to be someone to watch. There was something about him—a determination in his eyes, even through the pain.

But that was a thought for another time. For now, my focus was on what came next.