Chapter 6: The Blade That Defies Fate

Izuku Midoriya's Perspective

His blade flashed through the air, carving a precise arc.

A three-pointer lunged at him, its mechanical claws swiping down. Izuku's body reacted before his mind fully processed the attack.

Pivot left. Shift weight. Redirect momentum.

His katana struck cleanly, slicing through the robot's joints. Sparks erupted as its arm detached, sending it off balance. Izuku followed through, his next strike severing its power core.

The machine collapsed, lifeless.

Another one down.

But no time to celebrate.

Another enemy—this time, a four-pointer, twice as fast, heavier, and covered in reinforced armor.

Izuku exhaled.

Adapt.

The moment it charged, he didn't meet it head-on. Instead, he sidestepped, staying just outside its reach, his eyes scanning for a weakness.

There.

A gap in the plating—small, near the knee joint, but exploitable.

He moved.

One step forward.

Strike.

His blade pierced through the weak spot, disabling the machine's balance. It staggered, trying to compensate—too late.

Izuku finished it in a single motion, driving his katana straight through its central core.

The explosion sent debris flying, but he was already on the move again.

Other examinees were watching now.

Some had stopped fighting entirely, staring as a quirkless student single-handedly dismantled combat robots.

But Izuku wasn't paying attention to them.

He was counting.

35 points… 42… 51…

Not enough. He needed more.

He sprinted forward, blade in hand—only to feel the ground shake beneath him.

Ochaco Uraraka's Perspective

"W-what the hell is that?!"

Ochaco's heart pounded as she watched the Zero Pointer rise from the ground.

It was massive—a towering metal colossus, casting a long shadow over the battlefield. Students screamed, running in every direction as its mechanical eyes lit up.

They had told them in the briefing: this one was worth zero points. A distraction. An obstacle. Something they were meant to run from.

And yet—

Her stomach dropped as she spotted a student pinned beneath a pile of rubble.

A boy, struggling to move, his leg trapped under collapsed concrete.

The Zero Pointer's gears shifted, its body moving forward.

The boy was right in its path.

He's going to die.

Her feet moved before she could think.

But before she could reach him—

A blur passed her.

Izuku Midoriya's Perspective

He hadn't hesitated.

The moment he saw the student trapped beneath the rubble, his body had moved.

His legs burned from the effort, every muscle screaming, but he pushed forward, faster, faster—

The Zero Pointer's massive foot descended.

Not yet.

Not yet!

He reached the trapped student just in time, shoving the debris aside with everything he had.

"Go!" he ordered, voice firm. "Now!"

The student didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet, limping away as fast as he could.

But now Izuku was the one in danger.

The Zero Pointer's shadow swallowed him.

Too late to run.

Too late to dodge.

But not too late to fight.

He gripped his katana.

He had spent ten years preparing for this moment.

He wasn't going to die here.

He refused.

"A sword that does not break."

Izuku inhaled—then Ran climbed up the foot of the Zero pointer.

Straight toward the Zero Pointer's head.

Students gasped as they saw him ascending, his blade reflecting the light.

The machine's eyes focused on him. A targeting system clicked into place.

Then A massive metal fist swung toward him.

Izuku twisted out of the way barely dodging

It,

avoiding the strike by inches.

Then—he struck.

His blade drove into the machine's eye.

Metal screamed.

Electricity crackled through its systems, sparks bursting from the impact. The Zero Pointer shuddered, its balance faltering.

And then—

It collapsed.

The ground shook as the giant machine crashed, dust and debris filling the air.

Silence.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

Then—

Present Mic's voice boomed through the speakers:

"THE EXAM IS OVER!"

Izuku remained still, breathing heavy. His sword was still embedded in the machine's skull.

Slowly, he pulled it free.

And as he landed, feet firm against the ground, he realized something.

For the first time in his life—

He had did it he had won.

To Be Continued…