But before the narrator could describe more of the thousand people gathered on the grounds
Present Mic suddenly shouted,
"HEEEEEY LISTENERS! ARE YOUUUU READY FOR THE PAAAAARTY?!"
Of course, everyone turned their heads toward the stairs.
There stood Present Mic, Aizawa, Mabui, Gion, and Nemuri.
Nemuri immediately scanned the crowd, searching for Maki. She found him at the very end—and saw the black cat resting on his shoulder.
Gion did the same. She spotted Maki as well. Not bothering with anyone else, her suspicions were now confirmed. Moa Moa truly possessed an Akuma Authority—Paramecia category. She stared at the man, and who knew what thoughts were running through her mind.
Mabui was also glancing through the crowd, looking for her cousin. She saw her sitting on a bench with that same stoic, aloof expression. Then Mabui searched for the Stallion man—and found him wearing a dark red hoodie again, covering his face.
Present Mic began explaining things loudly to the crowd—this kind of stage was perfect for his ability.
Hizashi Yamada
Authority: Genetics
Category: Quirk
Epithet: Voice
His Quirk allowed him to amplify his voice to extreme decibels, creating high-pitched sonic screams.
"OKAAAAY LISTEN UP! THIS IS THE LAST TEST—AND IT'S PROVE YOUR KNOWLEDGE! OR P.Y.K.!"
He struck a dramatic pose.
The crowd stayed silent in awkward response.
He coughed.
"AHEM! I HOPE YOU'RE READY! FOLLOW ME—WE'RE GOING TO THE EXAMINATION HALL!"
The Examination Hall was located in the right wing of the UA building, on the very first floor. This was also where announcements were made and where all UA students gathered for major school events.
After Present Mic shouted, the teachers turned and began walking toward the right wing of UA.
The aspiring students followed slowly behind them, matching the teachers' pace.
Maki waited until most of the crowd had moved ahead before walking at the very end.
He didn't notice it—but the orange-haired man and the white-robed man were both glancing back at him with increasingly menacing expressions.
And of course, Yoruichi in her cat form could feel the many gazes directed at them—especially from those two.
She had noticed earlier while waiting for Maki that the orange-haired man had kept his eyes on her the entire time, bewildered, silently asking why.
The white-robed one had stared at her differently—like he was trying to decipher her existence.
As they approached the entrance of the building, Present Mic turned back and shouted again,
"OKAAAAY LISTENERS! FORM A LINE AND ENTER ONE AT A TIME! STATE YOUR NAME AND YOU'LL RECEIVE A ROOM NUMBER! JUST LIKE BEFORE, LOOK FOR THE TEACHER WITH YOUR NUMBER! YOU ALL HEAR MEEE?! YEAAAAH!"
They simply nodded.
"WHAAT A DEAD CROWD," he muttered.
Still, they followed instructions.
Those who quickly formed the front of the line were individuals who strictly followed rules. Of course, they didn't know that drones above were monitoring them.
Leadership qualities. Composure. Reliability.
They were already being graded.
Those evaluations would be added to their points after the final test.
The line stretched into a zigzag formation to accommodate the numbers.
Maki stood at the very end.
In front of him were the Tres Bestias. They didn't want to stand in the front or the middle. They distanced themselves from the humans and positioned themselves near the back.
When they reached the very end of the line, they felt it again.
That same link.
Unique to their race.
They slowly turned their heads.
The tall hooded man was approaching from behind.
They gulped.
It wasn't just a faint connection this time.
They could feel his spiritual pressure—far stronger than theirs.
It felt similar to their elder sister.
The students ahead of them began glancing back. Especially the boys. The three Amazonian women were well known for their race's power and pride.
Entangling with them was dangerous.
Just like what had happened to Ben that day.
Some smirked, entertained at what might happen next. They wanted to see the hooded man publicly humiliated.
Others were simply curious.
Behind the line, Apacci and Sung-Sun could feel it intensely.
In their eyes, one thought was written clearly—
This should never happen.
But they were still denying it.
Mila Rose, the eldest and most composed among them, broke the silence.
As Maki approached, he stopped six feet away.
His eyes weren't on them.
He was looking down at his Crocs, where grains of white sand had already conquered his territory.
Then he heard a woman's voice.
"You. Who are you?"
Her tone wasn't polite. It carried slight authority.
Maki thought to himself,
Why is it that whenever I look down at my Crocs, some random person asks me a question?
He didn't answer immediately.
He raised his head slightly. From beneath his hoodie, he saw a tall woman dressed in white, with skull-like fragments on her body.
Then he looked directly at the one who asked him the question.
Mila Rose met his red eyes.
She gulped.
She didn't feel lust. No greed. No desire.
Whenever men looked at her, those emotions were always visible in their eyes.
But when this man stared at her—
She felt like she didn't exist.
As if she were nothing.
Even Apacci and Sung-Sun noticed it.
And somehow, that irritated them.
Their interaction became the rising tension of a drama everyone was silently watching.
Especially the orange-haired man and the white-robed man, whose gazes were growing darker by the second.
Then the three women heard his deep voice.
"Who's asking…?"
The crowd collectively widened their eyes.
Mila Rose's mouth twitched.
As aggressive as ever, she pulled out her katana and pointed it at him.
"You better answer me."
Apacci scratched the large collar-like bracelet on her wrist.
"Forget it. I'll blow him up."
"Calm down, idiot. Can't you feel it?" Sung-Sun said, her eyes narrowing at him.
The nearby crowd went silent—fully entertained.
Then they heard him mutter to himself.
"Another play…"
He cracked his neck to the left.
"What's my role here?"
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