Chapter 3. Decisive results

"I'm finished!" the blond man thought plaintively, still looking at the iron giant. Apart from his heavy footsteps, he did not hear behind him what was going on: like screams of horror, as if no one was there.

Hito looked at that guy with a shocked face, and then turned to the enemy, who has a higher height than fake houses. The son of the famous two heroes ran up to the heading villain and ignored the screams of the participants, telling him to go back and someone shouted that he was an idiot. It was like that. Hito doesn't want anyone else to get hurt besides the blonde, if he doesn't mind sacrificing himself for the sake of the limit.

The heat in the lungs intensified and a large, red-orange with light yellow, hot jet burst out, blocking Ikawa's view. After a few seconds, the robot began to move away from the sound, but the guy continued to spew more flames from his throat, while raising the temperature a little so that the robot finally melted.

Meanwhile, the victim looked with horror not at the technique, but at the rescuing person and muttered to himself:

"This guy," he managed to gasp out the words. Dark fragments began to occur in his head, as he, a past four-year-old, surrounded by guys, all battered with a tear-stained face, bruised and with small burns, looks with horror at the guys who have Fiery Quirks. This is his past. And then he remembers how at the age of six he met a boy who had black hair and long hair with a bang covering his right eye, and hatred was expressed in his eyes and as if the fire wanted to come out of his eyes and burn the blond.

Returning, he was enveloped in contempt for Ikawa and his Quirk. He was not happy to see him after many years and to see other people with Fiery Quirks, considering them ambitious, hateful people. Because of the collision of those people, he developed pyrophobia.

Finally, the metal big guy began to fall and make explosive sounds from the breakdown. Then in its place there was only a molten mess. Hito coughed, staggered from dizziness and sat down on the ground

"This one... once I... raised the temperature... of the fire, instead of the usual one... his temperature," with his eyes closed, caught his breath. "And spent more fire. Fuuuh." exhaled the last wisps of smoke.

"I declare the test finished!" the voice of the Present Mick boomed from the microphone.

All the shocked people looked at the exhausted guy and two of them ran up to the wreckage, where the blond man lay motionless. They began to pull him out. When they released him, they got up and put him flat on the ground. He, writhing a little, was able to find the strength to stand on his feet.

"Wow!" scared said from the crowd. "This guy turned this devil into a molten ingot."

Ikawa also got up and approached the victim. ‘’Are you all right?’’

"Don't come near me!" he cried, moving away, but grimaced in pain.

"Don't worry, boys and girls. We'll do everything here," an old woman of the shortest stature said in a raspy voice. Next to her was a shy, pale-haired teenage girl with round red eyes and a horn on her forehead. "Don't move, young man. Smack!" she touched the wounded man's hand and a green aura enveloped him.

Hito read on the Internet that this is a Healing Girl working at U.A. to treat the wounds of future heroes. He also couldn't be happy about Eri's appearance.

"Hito-chan!" the girl came up. "It's been a long time. Does your throat hurt?"

"A little," Hito massaged his throat a little. "But it will pass soon."

"Are you faithful?" Eri asked anxiously. "I can use Rewind."

"Thank you for your kindness, Eri-kun, but take care of the others." Ikawa looked around at everyone. Only the Healing Girl worked to heal others. Eri shrugged her shoulders with a still anxious look and joined her.

"I hope we don't get into the same class with you," the blond man said, passing by the Fire-Breathing Man and sending him evil sky-blue eyes.

Hito was surprised by his different tone and expression, but did not say anything for it. He followed the others back to their homes, thinking about his result and what kind of place he had earned.

*One week later*

"The bank robbery took place today at 11:40 in Kyoto City," Joshi read aloud on his phone after finishing watering the flowers in the corner.

Only he and Hito were at home, as at that time Mizua and Izuku were working in their Agencies, and grandma and grandpa went to their institutions working as teachers to listen to the lecture of the audience about the changes. So both decided to do the cleaning. Hito finished cleaning his room the same way his younger brother did his, and cleaned the gym. For the most part, Joshi cleaned rooms in a huge two-story house using a Quirk of Water Control. This Quirk was passed on to him from his mother and also all the relatives knew that he inherited two other Quirks that are a continuation of the kind of Water Control - Freezing and Evaporation. With the help of Evaporation, Joshi evaporates water and collects it again, and Freezing allows him to turn water into ice and also turn it back. Unlike Mizu, he knows how to control both water, ice, and steam. Everyone tells him that he will become as wonderful a hero as Mizua, Izuku and Hito.

"No one got hurt?" Hito looked around, sitting on the couch, lifting and lowering the dumbbell

"That's good," Joshi nodded. "The criminals did not have time to smash the Bank and take away the days. The heroes of "Fatgum", "Red Riot" and "Real Steel" found the bomb and quickly seized those who tried to cause damage.

Hito chuckled with a smile that there were no new deaths today. Shifting the gauntlet to his left hand, the younger one continued, coming up from behind:

"Are the test results due today?"

"Yes," the other nodded. "Exactly a week has passed. Although I'm a little worried about what score I got.

‘’This is the best," as always, my brother calmly replied, putting his hands on the surface of the sofa. "No one can get around you with a Quirk like yours."

*"Maybe,"* Ikawa found himself thinking. *"Kosen also has a strong Quirk. I think he could have taken the first place."* Now his thoughts were occupied by the guy whom Hito had saved from the huge robot, and then his angry expression addressed to him, and words that sounded like hope that they would not get into the same class. "I must have seen him somewhere before, like it was in elementary school."

"Hito!" Joshi's joyful voice brought the guy back to reality. "The letter has arrived!"

Hito turned around, blinked in surprise as the envelope turned out to be in Joshi's possession. After a second, he realized that while he was thinking, the younger brother decided to check the mailbox when he said that the letter from U.A. would arrive today. Taking the envelope from the outstretched hand, he examined the neat original seal of the academy and a full rectangular object.

"You should check what it says," the brown-and-white offered, smiling.

"Yes, Jo," Hito nodded, got up and went up the second floor to his room.

Once inside, sitting down at the desk, the guy needed another minute looked at the closed paper, feeling excitement in his chest, but decided not to hesitate and opened it. A neatly folded paper and a small record player fell out.

"The appeal must have been recorded on this device," he looked thoughtfully at the device and suddenly an electronic image flashed in front of his face. The screen showed a white man with the shape of a mouse, dressed in a strict black and white suit.

"Hello, Ikawa Hito," the man began to say, waving a small hand in greeting. "My name is Nezu, I am the director of the U. A. High School Academy."

"Director Nezu..." Hito drawled, continuing to stare at the video with intrigue, what the director is going to say next.

"You performed well on the written test," Nezu continued to say. "But what about practical..?"

The guy clenched his fists tightly and prepared to listen carefully about the results of the practice.

"You also passed it perfectly!" directov shouted with admiration, opening his arms. "You earned 48 points for destroying robots. But, in addition, we also give points for rescues. By and large, you showed bravery by rescuing a blond participant who fell under the rubble, and even though you committed a risky act, you were able to deal with the villain with zero points. A man like you would have done the same thing. You rushed into battle for a life other than just to earn points."

"That's right," agreed Ikawa.

"So, for the total rescue, you earned 40 points."

"In total, I earned 88 points," Hito whispered, not believing this result. Victory salutes were flying up and exploding in his stomach.

"And you're also wondering what kind of place you got. Now a table of the first dozens of participants will be displayed in front of you."

1. 赤夜光線 Akayoru Kosen 89/0
2. 怒鷲火糸 Ikawa Hito 48/40
3. 無重縮私 Muju Kuta  31/50
4. 血鮮動変 Chisen Don 54/25
5. 紫速旋 Murasaki Hayan 38/36
6. 香薔姫植 Kaoba Himeku 42/26
7. 北南磁 Kimi Yakimono 58/9
8. 蟻溶液 Ari Yoeki 24/36
9. 個勇勝鎧男 Kosayoshi Roitoko 46/12
10. 黄色強繊 Kiiro Tsuen 43/12

"I'm in second place!" he almost shouted out, but jumped off the table. Once again, Hito couldn't believe that he was almost in the first place. He wanted to turn around and tell Joshi about it, but Nezu's voice continued to speak:

"I hope you are satisfied with your result. From the whole academy, we congratulate you, Ikawa Hito, you have passed. Now you have a bright future waiting for you to become a hero by studying with us. Goodbye." he waved goodbye and the screen lit up.

Hito ran out of the room, almost bumping into the younger one, who, as it turned out, was waiting for the long-haired one.

"Well?"

"I passed!" Hito hugged him tightly, preserving the strongest joy. The latter giggled and patted his muscular shoulder blade.