They were about to move out.
But they noticed Aizawa was still seated there. This was new — in every meeting, he was always the first to leave. Even Present Mic was never a fan of serious meetings. Then they saw All Might was also still waiting, arms crossed. The old man noticed Toshinori's reaction and decided to remain seated as well.
They also noticed Mei and Nemuri were waiting for something as they stared at the projection. Gion was the same — she lit up a cigarette and stayed in her seat. Even Kurenai seemed baffled and was waiting for something, her crimson eyes fixed on the projection at the center of the table.
Yoruichi was lying casually on the table. The woman beside her, sipping from her smoke pipe, was also curious about the others acting strangely.
Mabui tapped on her tablet, and they watched as she connected it to the projection.
Then they heard Unohana's voice.
"Nezu, what about my boy? What do you plan for him?"
That made them focus even more on what was happening. Their reactions were clear — the meeting wasn't over yet. They had been preparing to return to their own matters after witnessing the new and unique examinees who were now their students.
But now they had heard Unohana's voice.
Some of them knew who she truly was and what she was capable of. For a woman like her to ask about her boy—
They gulped and slowly sat back down in their chairs.
Then Mei and Nemuri spoke at the same time.
"Yeah, Principal Nezu, why haven't we seen his file in the data you sent?"
Neither of them had cared about the other examinees. They wanted to see what Maki had answered on the test.
For them, it was a casual question.
But for the other teachers, this was something that should never happen. The two of them weren't arguing. They weren't bickering. They weren't even talking over each other.
That alone was unsettling.
Then they heard Nezu speak.
"Well, actually, I don't need your opinion on this one."
They all stared at Nezu.
They respected his intelligence — his ability to think through countless possibilities and reach calculated conclusions. For him to say those words meant this was the only outcome he had decided upon.
He continued.
"I will only inform you about this."
"As I expected, there are almost 30 Class S students and almost 30 Class A students. We need to prioritize. Class B and C are expected to have about 30 as well, which makes over 90 students across those four classes."
All the classes have been balanced perfectly. The priorities are listed and assigned according to each of our future students' mentality and unique personalities.
Everyone nodded at Nezu.
But—
When they heard that word, they knew something big was about to be revealed.
Nemuri then asked, "Nezu, how many points did he get?"
Nezu looked at Nemuri and said, "4.5."
"What?!" Nemuri exclaimed. "He even got points? I thought he'd get zero!"
"Well, somehow his common sense and philosophy did the job," Nezu said.
"Philosophy? That guy?" Nemuri repeated.
Unohana, Yoruichi, and even Mei shook their heads at his score and whispered, "Well… another part of his charm."
Mabui and Kurenai's mouths twitched after hearing this. They somewhat knew who they were talking about.
But All Might, Present Mic, and Aizawa slapped their foreheads in disbelief at the result of his examination — 4.5 over 70.
"That's got to be a U.A. record," said the woman with the smoking pipe.
The result left everyone dumbfounded.
"HAHAHAHAHA! I guess he sucks at something!" Present Mic laughed while slamming the table. "FINALLY something he wasn't good at! H-hey, four and a half?! HAHAHAHA!"
His loud voice rang throughout the room. His eyes were tearing up from laughing at the result.
Everyone stared at him as if he had gone crazy.
Nezu simply shook his head. "Well, I didn't expect it either that he'd score lower than what I had imagined."
Unohana raised an eyebrow. "Nezu… don't tell me you played your cards again."
Everyone stared at Nezu.
He smiled that creepy smile.
Instantly, they knew he had done something.
"Well," Nezu said, "it's actually the opposite. I made his questions even easier — so easy that even an elementary school kid could answer them."
"What?!" the other teachers exclaimed.
Nemuri, however, said, "Oh… that makes sense now, for him to have even a correct answer."
The woman in the space suit asked, "Can we see his examination test?"
Everyone nodded.
But Nezu said, "No need."
"Why?" the teacher with fangs asked.
"Because his answers were those strange words again," Nezu replied.
"Oh, he used those strange words to answer again?" All Might said.
Everyone turned to look at All Might, who was resting his hand under his chin, deep in thought.
"Hey, come on, spill the beans already," said a woman teasingly from the side of the table.
"Just tell us clearly what is going on here. This is getting out of place," said the other teacher wearing a black kimono.
Then Nezu continued, "Mabui-sensei, please put up the profile of Maki."
"Maki?" some teachers repeated.
Mabui didn't waste time. She controlled the projection and selected a file marked with a large X on its folder.
She pressed enter.
The projection displayed Maki's profile.
Everyone was shocked and in awe at the same time.
Handsome men weren't rare.
But a beauteous, debonair, breathtaking man was rare.
Looking at the profile, they didn't know whether to call him handsome or gorgeous.
However, the other teachers weren't focused on his appearance — they were staring at his full name.
Maki D. Ne'Nadia.
"Another one…" they all murmured.
Just what is going on here?
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AM N. NOT.