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Nezu clicked on the column where the names of Class A students were listed.
A long roster filled the screen—around thirty students in total. Various types of Authority users were enrolled, each possessing different abilities, personalities, and attitudes. They had the power to back up their pride and ego, and most of them did. Nearly half held Authority over Genetics, while the rest were divided among the other three branches.
Among them were particularly notable individuals: one male student with strong Authority over Chakra, another with strong Authority over Akuma, and two male students possessing powerful Authority over Spirituality. The remaining students—including several remarkable young women—had their own rare and unique traits.
There were the Tres Bestias, a unique and exceedingly rare race. For beings like them to enroll at UA was nothing short of extraordinary fortune. There was also a Logia-type Akuma user whose application had been impeccable; even her eyesight issue would be easily resolved at UA. A handful of Chakra Authority users stood out as well. Nezu even noticed Mabui's cousin among the names. Two students carried unique bloodlines. And then there were those with exceptionally strong Quirks—the son of Endeavor among them, and even the disciple of All Might.
Nezu leaned back in his chair and chuckled.
"What a strange lineup," he murmured. "This year's competition will be both difficult… and thrilling."
He took a slow sip of his tea, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. The real question now was who should serve as adviser to Class A. They were powerful, prideful, and filled with ego. Such a volatile mix required the right kind of guidance—someone observant, capable of analyzing each student carefully while keeping them grounded.
There was only one suitable choice.
Aizawa.
Despite his aloof demeanor, Shota Aizawa had a practical and effective approach when handling difficult students. His strict methods were precisely what this class needed.
Nezu chuckled again, a faint manic glint in his eyes, and typed the name at the very top of the adviser column.
Shota Aizawa — Eraser Head
Authority: Genetics
Category :Quirk
Epithet : Erasure
Aizawa had long, messy black hair that hung over his face and tired-looking black eyes shadowed by deep bags. A faint, unkempt beard framed his jaw. Around his neck rested his most iconic weapon—the Captive Weapon, a cloth woven from steel wire alloy and carbon nanofibers, worn loosely like a bulky scarf.
Hidden beneath it were his yellow, slotted goggles, designed to prevent enemies from seeing whose Quirk he was erasing.
Despite his cold and logical exterior, Aizawa had a well-documented soft spot for cats. If one ever saw him looking genuinely content, there was a high chance a feline was nearby.
After finalizing his decision, Nezu briefly considered assigning assistant teachers. Ultimately, he dismissed the idea.
"I'll let the adviser choose," he decided.
Assistant teachers were usually Authority users or guest professionals seeking experience at UA while sharing their knowledge with students. They acted as additional monitors—extra guards in case something went wrong. Of course, Nezu compensated them well. Still, for now, he would leave the choice to Aizawa.
He pressed Enter.
His gaze shifted to the column listing Class S students. Like Class B, it was filled with powerful young women wielding formidable Authorities. Unlike Class A, however, there were no Quirk users among them. They were blue bloods—individuals of prestigious lineage.
Nezu did not need to deliberate long over their adviser. That position had been decided even before the students themselves were finalized. It was only natural.
Scrolling further up, he reached the final class.
Class: Desiderium
1. MAKI D. NE'NADIA
That was the only name listed.
Nezu smiled faintly.
There was no need to assign an adviser for this one—not yet. He already had a plan. What mattered most was the young man's intellect. The rest would unfold naturally.
Maki was gifted—dangerously so.
And a man who has nothing fears nothing.
Nezu glanced at the slip of paper beside his keyboard. It listed the teachers who had volunteered to mentor Maki. Nearly all of them were women. Only All Might's name stood among them.
Nezu shook his head.
He ignored the list entirely, saved the file, and sent it to the respective advisers and faculty members responsible for the incoming first-year students.
"All set," he murmured, taking another sip of tea. "Now, call each of them. Have them prepare their belongings. UA will pick them up."
Official calls would be sent. UA school buses would escort the new students to campus.
—
Across UA, teachers were already reviewing their updated schedules.
Vlad King remained as strict as ever, though fully supportive of every student under his care.
Midnight sat in her office when the file arrived. Seeing her name listed as an adviser, she licked her lips with intrigue.
"So this is the new youths I'll be handling?" she mused.
She quickly scrolled down, searching for Maki's class—but found nothing. Only his name, standing alone.
Her eyebrow lifted.
—
Elsewhere, Aizawa sat beside Present Mic as the latter enthusiastically displayed the file.
Aizawa stared at his name assigned to Class A.
"What a bother," he muttered. "Am I getting extra pay for this?"
But deep down, he understood why Nezu had chosen him.
"Don't blame me," he whispered under his breath.
If Nezu had been there, he would have given him a thumbs-up.
Present Mic scrolled further down, and both of them noticed that Class Desiderium still had no assigned adviser.
"Nezu must be combining him with Class S," Aizawa speculated.
"Wouldn't that be dangerous?" Present Mic asked.
"No," Aizawa replied calmly. "I've observed how he acts. I know that type."
"Oh? You're invested?" Present Mic teased.
"I have good eyes," Aizawa answered flatly. "That person… doesn't care about anything."
Present Mic blinked. "Now that you say it…"
—
Far from UA, in an old traditional Japanese wooden house, a woman opened the file she had just received.
Her name was listed at the very top of Class S under Adviser.
She skimmed through the pages—then paused when she reached the final entry.
Maki.
Her eyes lingered on the name.
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