Chapter 4. Checking the start

"Hito. Have you forgotten all your necessary things?" Izuku asked, seeing off his middle brother, who had put on his shoes at the exit. Joshi was also standing near the door, getting ready for the new school year at the middle school where both brothers used to study. "Have you forgotten your phones?" the green-haired man with a short haircut continued a little anxiously.

"No, bro," Hito shook his head, straightening his light gray jacket. This did not make him not smile at the anxiety of the elder, nervous before their new beginnings. At the age of 10, Hito saw that he had the same expression on his face when he first went to the U.A. Academy.

"Good luck to you then," Izuku exhaled and put his hands on each of their shoulders.

"They're not small enough to be under close supervision," a brown-haired man came up from behind, accompanied by Mizu. Another white-haired woman joined them. "Hito and Joshi will have a great day.’’

"I have no doubt about it," Mizua nodded and looked the two children up and down. "Get in the car while I pack your bags," her beautiful blue eyes were now looking at the left fiery orange. These suitcases contained suitable things for settling into a dormitory, where students could study by helping each other.

Izuku volunteered, grabbing one of the suitcases.

"Thanks, mom. I'll carry it myself," Hito managed to take another suitcase and a bag before mom did it. Mizua nodded silently and the two said goodbye to their grandparents. Those in response smiled and wished good luck.

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Meanwhile, Ikawa was walking down the corridor of the high school, heading to the classroom of class 1-A, hurrying his walking a little, since there were two minutes left before the start of the lesson. He managed to leave his things in the dorm before unpacking them. The new student will live on the second floor and he came across a good room where you can watch the sunrise or sunset. Hito sometimes allowed himself to enjoy the beautiful view and how the wind gently develops his hair. Most of all, the guy was eager to get to know the other nineteen guys, two of whom came on recommendations, hoping for good and friendly relations. Entering the classroom, two guys had an argument.

"Get your feet off the desk immediately!" the first one with the head of an ant ordered the second one, leaning on the back of a chair with his legs thrown on the desk. The black-haired man recognized Kosen for a moment and the kid who indignantly asked about the fourth robot at the Entrance Exam. It seems the other students weren't paying attention to their argument. The number of them was eighteen. So one was still late. "It's unacceptable!"

"It's unacceptable to stuff your face!" snorted Kosen, swapping his legs.

"Yes, you have no respect for school property!" the first one continued to be indignant. "If the Teacher sees this, he will punish you!"

"Two more minutes before the bell, ant-head!" rolled his red eyes until they stopped at Hito. "Oh, Hito! Tell this guy to leave me alone, unless, of course, he wants trouble," at the end he smiled maliciously, flashing a venomous look at the ant-head.

"You'd better sit in a proper position if you don't want a reprimand from the Teacher. Hito replied warningly and headed for the vacant second desk of the second row. There is one more empty space left on the left.

Kosen tsked at the ignore from a friend and put his feet under the desk

"Thank you!" The second man approached Hito. "I'm Ari Yoeki. You probably didn't see me at the Entrance Exam, but I saw how you were able to cope with that iron giant and save that boy," he pointed to the fourth row and the third desk. Hito turned around and unexpectedly met the light-haired one again. He looked for a second and turned away out the window, muttering something unintelligible. And Ikawa couldn't remember meeting Ari on the test. Maybe he didn't pay attention to it. The last student who managed to make it in time appeared on the threshold. His ruddy face betrayed the shape of a frog, his hair was short and black with a dark green half-closed eye. His right eye was also covered with bangs. And his hands were big.

"Hello to you too!" Yoeki came up to him. Hito was also interested in him and stopped near the two. "You're just in time. It's good that the Teacher hasn't come yet.

"Yeah, Ribbit," he nodded softly. "I am Asui Samidare. But you can call me Samidare

"Asui..." drawled Hito, thoughtfully tilting his head, studying the floor. This name seemed familiar. Yes, Hito heard that name when he was watching a Sports Festival and there was a girl who looked like Samidare. "Asui Tsuyu..."

"This is my sister," Samidare said. "Do you know her?"

"I watched a Sports Festival," he nodded. "But I know her as a Hero Froppy."

"That's right, Ribbit," he agreed with admiration in his voice. "I want to be like her."

Hito chuckled melodiously, realizing that he and Samidare will have a relationship, who has a similar opinion of being like a strong Hero, like any soul mate.

"So you and Froppy..."

"If you want to chat, then this is not a gazebo for you," an unfamiliar voice croaked. Three of them looked around, only at the bottom they noticed where the sound came from. Hito wasn't scared when he saw a gloomy man wrapped in a yellow sleeping bag. "U.A. is not just some empty conversation. Future Professional Heroes study here. You can leave here if you don't want to interrupt your chatter."

"Excuse us!" Yoeki bowed. The trio quickly sat down in their seats. Samidare sat down next to Hito, and Yoeki went to the end of the first row. The sleeping bag rolled inside the classroom and a completely pale, black-haired Teacher with a lost right eye and a replacement leg with a prosthesis was released from there. The man's eyes betrayed fatigue, as if he had not slept at night.

"So, I am your Homeroom Teacher - Aizawa Shota, or Erasure Hero: Eraser Head."

"Eraser Head," repeated someone else's heroic name Hito. "You fought against the League of Villains in the Paranormal Liberation War."

"I see you're an informed guy," Shota pointed a finger at him. "You remind me of a former student who, according to your spirit, is interested in Heroes."

"That's right," thought Hito, "but I don't want to attract attention if they find out that Deku is my brother," frowned. The students looked around with interest.

*"I hope, Midoriya, your brother will be able to show himself well done," he said in his thoughts.* "Now to the most important thing. Change your clothes and go outside." he has now addressed the students in reality.

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All the students were at the training ground in sports uniforms, which are allowed to be worn outside the academy for any training.

"Aizawa-Sensei! Why did we come here?" Ari asked, raising his hand so that the teacher could notice him.

"In U.A. you have a different system of education than in other schools," the adult began to explain. "You will be taking the Quirk Apprehension Test."

"Quirk Apprehension Test?!" a light brown girl with ponytails on her head screamed. "We just got in! Can't we somehow arrange a tour on this occasion so that we can adapt better?"

"These are the usual little things," Aizawa snorted. "To become a Hero, you can't be distracted by this. Therefore, be attentive to this."

The light brown snorted and sighed, supposedly she had no choice but to remain silent.

"There are several challenges waiting for you in order to show yourself how hardy and strong you are through the use of Quirks. The results will show you what you are: strong or weak. If you show yourself as a slow snail, or a weak cowardly hare, then one of you will be the last to be expelled."

"Will he be expelled?!"everyone spoke in chorus with shock. Hito clenched his fists in alarm. He was not going to be expelled on the first and last day. The guy has been waiting for this dream all his life and will not allow himself to earn the last twentieth place. Looking at the others, they had the same expression on their faces and each thought to himself how to prove himself and not be expelled.

"Okay, let's move on to the first one - the 50-meter sprint," the teacher turned on his heels, heading for the 50-meter track. Others sat on a bench, waiting to be called. "First participants: Akayoru Kosen and Tenzu Yushita."

Kosen and Yushita stood up. Yushita looked like a porcupine. Hito recognized him in practice, who almost got crushed in front of the robot and, thank God, this participant with long needles on his back saved him. Now he was walking without a shirt, as the needles prevented him from putting it on. But in class he wore a school top, probably somehow managing to accommodate sharp and thin spikes.

"Who knows, I'm not going to lose," Kosen said, half-crouching and spreading his arms to prepare the release of the Laser

Shota's voice alerted the two to start running. Akayoru lunged with force, making the sounds of a Laser and the crackling of the earth from them. Tenzu stayed behind when he curled up into a ball and also rushed at the signal.

"4.03 seconds!" the calculator counted Kosenu. "You're great at this! 5.51 seconds" calculated for Yushita.

"This is just the beginning," Kosen muttered maliciously, looking at his hands. The second participant turned around and slightly hung his head. Returning, the following names were spoken:

"Ikawa Hito and Shimano Mahoro!"

Ikawa got up, but a heavy hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Try to keep up," Kosen said, slightly lifting the corner of his lip. Hito smiled in response and walked away. Although Kosen owned rudeness, but he was able to support. Only Hito, the only best friend, revealed his support to the outside. Someday he will learn to say such words to others.

"I'll turn my back to use fire," he commented softly as they both stopped at the line. Taking in air and forcing the heat to spread in the blood, he flew back at the signal, trying not to touch the fire in the Mahoro. The girl was left behind with her eyes wide open, seeing a strong orange stream and Hito used more flames, this time crossing another line.

"5.10 seconds! 7.43 seconds!"

"Fuuh," the guy exhaled and considered these seconds not bad. There are still other tasks ahead where you can show your skill.

"Not bad," Shimano congratulated Ikawa, having completely recovered her breath. He responded in kind and returned.

Meanwhile, the blond man with blue rectangular eyes turned away in disgust when the fiery orange-eyed one activated the quirk.

"Now I have to be with the son of the Flame Jet." He mentioned it only because of similar external signs: black hair, like night, and eyes the color of real fire. The student threw out the bad thoughts and focused on his next participation.

A few minutes later came the second test - the strength of the grip. Hito took the dynamometer and pressed the lever as hard as possible. The device showed 58.3 kilograms. Then there were other tests: long and high jumps, press and others. Murasaki Hayan showed better endurance on the side jump.

And now the last test has come - throwing the ball. Kosen was the penultimate speaker. Grabbing the ball tightly, he threw it with great force, shouting:

"Die!"

The red glow threw the sword away so that it could not be seen, and the air wave threw the others' hair back. Someone in the crowd said "Wow!"

*"As expected from you to hear,"* the long-haired man calmly thought to his friend.

"712.5 meters," Aizawa announced.

"Wow!" a pink-haired girl with pale skin and eyes the color of the sea sky gasped nearby, who was the first to throw the ball at 688.3 meters. It was her second record.

"And the last one is Ikawa Hito."

Hito sighed a little and exhaled to fight against dumbness after a long stand. Having stopped over the line, I felt stares. Ignoring them, he threw the ball into the air and the fire blazing from his throat threw him far enough away.

"599.1." the man showed him the numbers. Most of the vocal sounds were made in the first place in praise of the latter, and in the second - everyone began to discuss to himself which place one or the other received. "That's it. After seeing all this, I am impressed with your abilities and how hard you tried not to get to the bottom. Now evaluate yourself and draw conclusions." Shota took out a remote control from a black suit and the results were displayed in front of him.

1. Buzoku Toshi
2. Hasutaba Kozumi
3. Akayoru Kosen
4. Murasaki Hayan
5. Muju Kuta
6. Ikawa Hito
7. Kiiro Tsuen
8. Hachimitsu Naiki
9. Haisawa Hokabe
10. Ari Yoeki
11. Akahi Satachi
12. Tenzu Yushita
13. Oto Komori
14. Asui Samidare
15. Inui Jiju
16. Kango Hihi
17. Saiwayu Tana
18. Jimi Betsu
19. Kudamono Yanfu
20. Shimano Mahoro

Hito found himself in sixth place. He didn't mind it, but the last one was Shimano. Mahoro stood aside and hung her head, sniffing a little and wiping a tear from her eye. After a second, he felt sorry for her and a little offended. They got along well on the first test.

"Hey, don't worry," the light pink-haired one patted her on the shoulder. "Maybe the Teacher will say something else?"

"To be happy for you or not, I will keep silent," the teacher removed the blackboard. "This is just the beginning. So you will have to try hard to improve your skills. "As soon as he was about to leave, he added: "And yes, by the way, about the deduction, I lied to you."