MHA: Mewtwo

The black-haired boy didn't have time to respond much. Just as he was about to formulate a reply, their thoughts were interrupted by two sudden, energetic screams that echoed through the air.

"POWEEEEEER!"

"NEJIRE WAVEEEEE!"

The unexpected voices boomed with such enthusiasm and force that both boys instinctively turned toward the source.

The two robots Raiden and the black-haired boy were holding immediately collapsed. From the floor, a blonde, naked boy—yes, naked—emerged, much to the confusion of the two hero aspirants. Neither of them could understand how this boy had appeared from the ground.

The blonde boy wasted no time, punching the orange robot near Raiden and finishing it off instantly, before charging toward the remaining robot holding a hostage.

Meanwhile, a blue-haired girl appeared beside the black-haired boy, sending a wave of golden energy toward the robots, also freeing the hostage. The black-haired boy took advantage of the distraction, using his tentacles to send the robot flying across the floor. The blue-haired girl immediately rushed to engage the last orange robot.

With the threat neutralized, Raiden and the black-haired boy started running toward the remaining two red robots, effortlessly breaking through the green ones as they approached.

Side by side, Raiden, still transformed, suddenly realized something he had forgotten. Now that I think about it, what's your name?

"Hado Nejire."

"Togata Mirio."

"A-Amakiji Tamaki."

The response caught Raiden off guard—his mental message had somehow been transmitted to everyone. Before he could analyze this, a kick came flying toward his face.

Raiden dodged the incoming attack with a quick side step and responded with a swift counterattack. His eight arms shot toward the humanoid robot, but it blocked the strike with its arms and used the momentum from Raiden's attack to counter with a powerful kick.

The blow landed with a heavy impact, and without time to dodge, Raiden used his arms and tail to block the hit. A numb sensation spread through his arms, and his tail burned with pain. Blood trickled from his wounds—flesh against metal was never a good combination.

They're hitting harder. They're stronger than before. And I don't have much time or power left. I can't use confusion anymore. Raiden analyzed his situation. The last telekinetic surge had drained both his physical and mental resilience. He was at his limit, and his body was failing him.

Steeling himself for one final push, Raiden muttered, Life drew. Another chunk of mental energy drained, but it was exchanged for a burst of healing. His gaze hardened as he charged at the robot.

Raiden leaped forward, using his telekinesis to enhance his physical strength. He grabbed one of the robot's arms with his hands and used his tail to block the other arm's movement. With swift precision, he directed his attack, and the impact caused the robot's arm to explode. However, the recoil sent Raiden crashing to the floor.

Quickly recovering, Raiden saw a metal foot coming straight at his head. Using his tail again, he pushed himself away, narrowly avoiding the strike. The dent left in the floor told him just how close the impact had been. The robot's movements became clumsy, but Raiden's vision blurred, and all he could see now was a red, distorted figure.

"Ironic," Raiden muttered. "for a moment, you looked just like that idiot that attacked me, and now I'm in a pretty bad situation too. But you're not as scary as him." With one last push, Raiden lunged at the robot, aiming for its wounded side. He pressed his hand against the robot's ribs and unleashed his final attack. The eight arms tore through the machine, breaking it in half. Four of the arms continued their path, smashing into the wall on the other side.

With that final attack, Raiden felt his consciousness slipping away. Before he lost consciousness, he glanced around and saw the other three applicants, panting heavily, in the same exhausted state as him. Tamaki had collapsed on the ground, while Nejire and Mirio knelt, clearly spent.

At that moment, the ring echoed throughout the arena, and Present Mic's voice boomed, "AGAIN! LET'S GO! THE EXAM IS OVER, STOP FIGHTING! YOU DID WELL, FUTURE HEROES! IT'S TIME TO REST!"

Even with his loud voice, Raiden couldn't hear him anymore. The other three applicants were the same—two on their knees and Tamaki collapsed on the ground. That was the last thing Raiden saw before everything turned black. As he fainted from exhaustion, he couldn't help but think, Am I going to keep fainting after every battle?

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Inside the teacher's room, Principal Nezu smiled as he watched the applicants in the hostage room succumb to exhaustion one by one, either fainting or falling asleep. "I think they showed they have what it takes to be heroes. When the hostages were in danger, Tsurugi Raiden and Amakiji Tamaki immediately prioritized their safety. They made the right choices. Rash at the beginning, sure, but overall, they demonstrated good decision-making skills. Now, part of being a teacher is evaluating the future potential of students, not just their immediate performance," Nezu remarked, casting a subtle glance at Eraser Head (Aizawa Shota).

Aizawa caught the principal's meaning and nodded slightly. "Yeah, maybe I was a bit too quick to judge them," he admitted.

Nezu chuckled, waving it off. "Hahaha, don't worry, don't worry. Now, we need to look at the other participants as well. This year, we have a lot of promising future students. What do you all think? Anyone stand out above the rest?" he asked, directing the question to the rest of the teaching staff.

Vlad King was the first to chime in. "Togata Mirio is definitely one of the more interesting candidates. He had some trouble with a few robots here and there, but his Quirk is fascinating. Even now, we saw how he infiltrated the room out of nowhere to assist in the rescue. The only downside? He keeps ending up naked," he noted with a smirk.

"I believe I can fix that issue," interjected Power Loader, the teacher in charge of the support course. "If I use his hair as a base material, I could potentially design a suit that adapts to his Quirk, allowing it to permeate alongside him. I can't guarantee it yet, but I think it's possible," he said, already brainstorming.

"Aside from the four in that room, let's not forget others like Arashi Yumi," Nemuri Kayama, the pro hero Midnight, added. "Her Quirk, Wind Punch, lets her produce powerful gusts of wind with every punch she throws. She took out a significant number of robots with ease. And, well, she's got a great sense of style too," she added with a sly smile, gesturing to the screen displaying a girl with brown hair and striking white eyes.

Ken Ishiyama, the pro hero Cementoss, added to the discussion. "Let's not overlook the Naoka brothers either. The three of them have similar Quirks—Hammer Arms, Knife Arms, and Lance Arms. Each can transform their arms into the tools their Quirk names suggest. Their approach was straightforward but effective. They worked well as a unit."

The teachers continued analyzing the candidates, reviewing not only their scores but also their overall performances and potential as future heroes. Each observation carried weight, as this would help determine the best placement for each student.

Finally, after hours of discussion and deliberation, the teaching staff turned their attention to the final task: deciding which class each student would join. 

1-A, 1-B or support course, general studies course, or business course.

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Back with Raiden, when he finally woke up, he found himself in his room, back home. Looking around in confusion, he couldn't help but mutter, "What the fuck?"

He immediately stepped out of bed, his body feeling restored, and headed toward the kitchen. As he descended the stairs, a quiet sense of unease settled over him. Subconsciously, he found himself praying that he had only been out for a few hours and not months, like the last time. That kind of delay would be catastrophic, he really didn't want to lose another year.

Upon reaching the kitchen, he was met with the sight of his parents casually eating breakfast. They looked up at him and greeted him like nothing had happened. For a moment, Raiden stood frozen, stunned by the stark contrast to the last time he woke up—in a hospital bed.

His mom noticed his reaction immediately and exchanged a knowing glance with his dad. While she seemed sympathetic, his dad broke into laughter.

Shaking her head, his mom smiled and explained, "You've only been out since yesterday. You're fine. The staff at U.A. told us you were just exhausted, likely a side effect of pushing your Quirk to its limit. Every Quirk has its drawbacks—or most of them, anyway. Yours is pretty similar to mine. When I overuse my power, I get mentally drained. Your dad, on the other hand, gets physically exhausted. You're a mix of both of us, so when you overdo it, your body needs an extreme amount of rest."

Hearing her explanation, Raiden couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Guess I'm like the Sleeping Beauty," he muttered under his breath.

"HAHAHAHAHA, YES, YOU ARE!" his dad roared with laughter, clapping him on the shoulder. "Now, sit down and eat something. You did well, son. We don't have the final results yet, but regardless, congratulations. We're extremely proud of you."

His mom joined in, pulling Raiden into a warm hug. Feeling a rush of gratitude and warmth in his chest, Raiden finally sat down, smiled at his parents, and began eating. Between bites, he expressed a heartfelt, "Thank you, both of you."

Just as Raiden was about to say more to his parents, he suddenly noticed something odd. Dressed in just a t-shirt and shorts, his eyes caught sight of his arm—and his face froze mid-expression. His fork slipped from his hand, clattering onto the table.

The glowing "2" that had always been etched into his skin was gone.

In its place, a bright "3" now stood. Raiden's breath hitched as realization dawned. His power—his raw strength—had increased. He couldn't fully feel it yet, not without transforming into his alternate form, but he was certain. The exam had pushed him to his limits, and in doing so, it had made him stronger. It made sense; even if it was just a test, it had been a real battle. He had given everything he had.

Without hesitation, he blurted out his discovery to his parents and almost bolted toward the yard to test his new abilities. But before he could make it out the door, his parents stopped him in his tracks. They insisted he needed more rest, reminding him of the toll his Quirk had taken on his body. Only after three days, they said, would he be allowed to train again.

The following week passed in a blur of family time and quiet recovery. Raiden spent his days basking in his parents' warmth, sharing meals, trading stories, and even enduring his dad's relentless teasing about his "Sleeping Beauty" moment.

Of course, Raiden started training as soon as the three days of mandated rest were up. True to his suspicion, his power had indeed grown—by about thirty percent. While it was the same increase as before, the percentage felt smaller now that his base power was significantly higher.

Raiden dedicated the free week to adjusting to the changes. He tested his strength, endurance, and control, becoming familiar with his newfound abilities. The steady rhythm of training kept him focused, though he couldn't help but feel a quiet excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

Only on the tenth day did something finally break his routine: a letter addressed to him from U.A.

When Raiden opened the envelope, he found a sleek pendrive inside. His heart skipped a beat.

"Mom! Dad! It's here!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the house. Within moments, his parents hurried into his room, their faces lit with anticipation. Together, they gathered around Raiden's desk as he inserted the pendrive into his computer. The screen flickered to life, revealing its sole content—a video file.

With a deep breath, Raiden clicked play.

What appeared on the screen left him dumbfounded. "Is that… a mouse?" he muttered, blinking in disbelief.

On the video, a small creature in a tailored suit sat comfortably in an office chair, framed by the backdrop of a building that exuded authority. It wasn't until the mouse spoke that Raiden's confusion turned to stunned recognition.

"Hello, Mr. Raiden. I am Principal Nezu," the creature said with a warm yet commanding voice. "I'm here to congratulate you on your performance during the U.A. entrance exam and, of course, to formally welcome you to the Hero Course!"

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Hello, Merry Christmas!

An early chapter because I had a family lunch. I'll leave it here, hahaha. Also, today I entered the ranking, so please leave some power stones, comments, and reviews. Be honest—every opinion helps me fix mistakes for the future. I want this to be a good fanfic and not die trying, hahaha