"We should go with the civilian? The villain? Do we even have the right to choose?" asked Mewtwo. Indeed, for all four of them, this was the hardest corner they had ever been pushed into.
"It would be less painful to leave the villain if he truly was one…" said Nejire, her voice lacking the usual cheerful tone.
"We need to think fast. Three minutes and a half left!" exclaimed Mirio, pulling at his hair in frustration. "Aaaah, this is hard!" he repeated, almost shouting.
"We have to do something," muttered Tamaki, visibly tense.
"I think… we should save the non-villain," said Mewtwo after a pause. "Both of them share the same situation, both did what they could for their families, but—" he hesitated, his voice losing confidence, "I think… even if this is a stupid situation, I believe we have to save the man or woman who is the only support of their family."
His tone wasn't convincing. He wasn't even sure of what he was saying, but someone had to speak.
"But the other person also isn't truly a villain," replied Nejire with a frown, then sighed. "But… it's true, we have to choose. And neither am I sure."
Everyone knew that, logically, they should save the civilian over a thief. Yet none of them felt certain. Logic didn't make the decision easier.
At that point, Tamaki sat down heavily and sighed. "I don't like this game," he muttered. "Even if it didn't matter who we chose, the idea of picking who lives… doesn't sit right with me."
"Same," said Mirio. "At this point, all I have is a bad taste in my mouth."
"Same here," added Mewtwo softly, glancing at his watch.
3:45
3:44
3:43
The time was running out — every second felt heavier.
"Guys," said Mewtwo after a moment, "I think all of us reached the same conclusion, but none of us are happy about the way we got there."
He looked up, then sighed. This really was a cruel test. He started scanning the room again, but this time he used his telekinesis — stretching his senses without moving his head.
When he found what he was looking for, his glowing eyes fixed on it: a camera mounted near the ceiling.
"Director Nezu," he said aloud, his voice calm but sharp, "I have to say — this is in pretty bad taste. We've made our decision. We'll save the child who dreams of becoming a hero… and the civilian who supports their family. Everyone agrees?"
The other three nodded instantly. "I agree," they said almost in unison.
Inside the teachers' room, Director Nezu froze for a second. A chill ran down his spine. He hadn't expected the boy to find the camera — much less address him directly.
But what happened next left even him speechless.
Suddenly, as their watches beeped, the four activated their Quirks at once.
"Director Nezu," Mewtwo declared, "we've completed the game under your rules. Now it's our turn. Keep the timer running."
At that instant, a translucent barrier formed around him and the "victims." Nejire and Tamaki immediately charged their strongest attacks, blasting open the side of the building and creating a massive hole that started to crumble.
Meanwhile, inside the barrier, Mirio analyzed the structure — then, the moment Mewtwo dropped the barrier for just a few seconds, Mirio used his inhuman strength to hold the collapsing building himself, Tamaki rushing to support him.
Why didn't Mewtwo hold it with his telekinesis?
Because he wasn't there anymore.
And neither were the two robots that couldn't be "saved."
Mirio and Tamaki worked together to stabilize the structure better than before, while Nejire carried the "rescued" dummies out of danger with her energy bursts.
As for Mewtwo — he was already flying at full speed toward the U.A. infirmary, carrying the other two robots in his psychic grasp, making sure they didn't move an inch.
In less than a minute, he arrived, landing before Recovery Girl — who blinked, utterly dumbfounded, as he gently placed two robot bodies on the infirmary beds meant for students.
She didn't understand a single thing.
Back in the teachers' room, Director Nezu watched the screen in silence — and then burst out laughing so hard he fell from his chair.
Even Aizawa and the other teachers couldn't hide their astonished smiles.
Once again, that group of students had done the impossible — and gone far beyond what anyone expected.
"What now?" asked Eraser Head. "Do we give them the usual thirty-five points?"Even as he said it, it felt… wrong.
"The test was supposed to measure how they reached a conclusion, not the conclusion itself," Snipe replied from behind. "They were meant to choose — and as long as they showed reflection, empathy, and took the scenario seriously, they'd pass. But if they'd chosen at random, or acted coldly without questioning their decision, they would have failed."
"Hmm… yes," said Nezu, nodding thoughtfully. "But as they said, they solved it our way first — and right after, they solved it their way. And in this case, that's good. They stepped outside the mold. They found a solution that could help everyone. That's exactly the kind of thinking we want in our students."
He leaned forward slightly, the light from the monitors reflecting on his tiny glasses."The problem, of course, is that sometimes there really won't be a way to save everyone. One day, that moment will come — and that's the hardest part of the job. But in the end, they acted correctly. They didn't give up. They found a way, even after the game should've ended."
Nezu raised his small paw with a grin. "I vote we award them five extra points."
One by one, the rest of the teachers raised their hands in agreement.
At that exact moment, the watches on the four students' wrists beeped again.
Recalculating… recalculating…
Given that all of you exceeded expectations, a new score has been assigned.The previous +35 points have been nullified.Since you found two valid solutions to the same test, an additional +5 points have been added to your total.
Total Points Achieved in This A-Rank Game: +40
Congratulations! PLUS ULTRAAA!
When they read the message, all four smiled in disbelief.They knew they'd likely passed — but they never imagined they'd be rewarded extra points.
It was a happy surprise.
Without wasting time, Mewtwo — now back in his Raiden form — apologized to Recovery Girl for barging into her infirmary with two metal "patients," then quickly took the robots to the Support Course lab and left them there before heading back to the coffee shop, where his friends were waiting.
"So, ne ne, what now? Do we go for another one?" asked Nejire brightly.
Her question earned a set of tired, confused looks — even from Mirio, who was usually always ready for another round.
"If I'm being honest," said Raiden, rubbing his temples, "I just want to sleep."
That made Mirio and Tamaki nod immediately.
"Yeah," Tamaki added, "it wasn't physically exhausting… but I feel like I could sleep for a week."
"Same," said Mirio, exhaling deeply. "There's a lot I want to think about after this."
Nejire rested her chin on her hand, thoughtful for once. "Mmm… yeah, you're right. I feel… less curious. I don't even know if what we did in the first part was the right choice."
"I think it's impossible to be right in that situation," said Raiden quietly. "There's a reason they called it the impossible choice. We've seen things like that before in ethics class — moral dilemmas. But honestly? I never thought it could feel that real. Not like this. Now that I think about it, I've already faced a few moments like that during my time here at U.A."
He looked at each of them in turn. "And I guess it's the same for you."
Nejire nodded softly. "Ne… you're right. Until now, I guess I've just been lucky. There was always a way — always a solution. Not this time."
Tamaki stared down at his cup. "I… I guess at some point," he said quietly, "we'll have to make a choice like that for real."
The group fell silent. The sound of the coffee machine and distant chatter from other students filled the background, soft and grounding — the normality after something deeply human.