Nezu remained silent as he reread Maki's response.
The scenarios he had formed earlier were completely wrong.
He had expected answers about survival, unending will, pride, or fighting to the death.
But what he read wasn't just a response.
It was an experience.
Nezu didn't know what to feel — nor what to expect from this man.
He couldn't read him.
Every time he tried to draw a conclusion, even with his high-spec intellect analyzing every detail, his accuracy barely reached fifty percent.
And that amused him.
A smirk slowly formed on his face.
Then he began to laugh.
His entire office filled with his manic laughter as he stared at the final answer on the screen. He lifted his teacup calmly and took a sip.
Later, everything would be finalized — who passed, who would be accepted, their class placements, and UA's next priorities.
Nezu was expecting at least sixty students this year.
He leaned back in his chair and relaxed for a moment before sending the data to the teachers' computers. They would need to conduct their own evaluations of the students.
However—
Nezu did not send Maki's examination data.
That would be discussed last.
The files Nezu sent were quickly accessed by the teachers.
Some responded immediately.
Some didn't bother yet, planning to discuss everything later.
Some had already begun grading the students based solely on their examinations, placing tentative class letters beside their names.
Others hadn't opened the files at all, occupied with other matters.
Like Mei.
Yoruichi.
Kurenai.
And.... Nemuri?
she was looking for Maki.
Nemuri had been stationed in Hall 9 as the supervisor. After the test ended, she immediately began searching for him.
What she didn't notice was that in her hall, a broccoli-haired boy had been drooling while staring at her.
His messy green hair swayed slightly as he turned his head, a smirk forming on his lips. He muttered — though this time not aloud.
Inside his mind, he was calculating.
I have the chance now. I won't let others take what is mine.
With this given Quirk, I will rise and stand at the very top of this world.
Because I am the savior of this world.
That's what he told himself.
After the exam ended, the examinees of Hall 9 began to leave.
Nemuri was the first to exit after announcing that time was up and instructing them to leave in an orderly manner.
She left hastily.
The examinees watched as the R-rated hero Midnight walked out without sparing them another glance.
The broccoli-haired boy stood up and walked down the stairs toward the stage.
He waited there.
Specifically—
He waited for a brown-haired girl.
When he saw her descending the stairs and stepping onto the stage, he timed his movement perfectly, walking past her.
Then—
He performed.
Like an actor deserving an Oscar.
He suddenly tripped beside her.
The brown-haired girl reacted instantly. She placed her five fingers against his back.
He began to float.
Just as he predicted.
He smirked inwardly but acted frightened.
"O-Oh! W-What happened? W-Why am I floating?!" he exclaimed.
The brown-haired girl said, "Release," and removed her fingers.
"Sorry. I used my Quirk on you. It would've been bad if you suddenly fell."
He smiled at her warmly.
But inside his mind—
It worked.
Same thing happened. Just a different place and time.
See? I told you. This world rotates only for me.
"Thank you very much for saving me just now!" he said. "It's my pleasure to meet you. My name is Che— I mean, Izuku Midoriya."
He extended his hand.
The brown-haired girl smiled and shook it. "Nice to meet you too."
But her phone suddenly rang.
She reached into her pocket and checked the screen. It was a call from her mother.
"Oh, sorry, I need to take this," she said before hurrying out of the hall.
The broccoli-haired boy stood there, watching her leave.
He seemed momentarily lost in the exchange, but he reminded himself—
This was their first meeting.
It was supposed to happen this way.
He slowly raised the hand that had shaken hers.
He sniffed it.
Then—
He licked it.
"Hm… very sweet…"
The broccoli-haired boy was Izuku Midoriya.
The successor of All Might and the wielder of One For All.
His most recognizable trait was his messy, fluffy dark green hair that stuck up at wild angles. He had large, round green eyes that gave him a youthful and expressive look. On both cheeks were four symmetrical freckles arranged in a diamond pattern.
Izuku Midoriya's power centered around One For All, a stockpiling Quirk passed down through generations.
He was the ninth holder.
The savior of this world.
Or at least—
That's what he called himself.
Who he truly was, however—
Remained a mystery waiting to unfold.
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