Chapter 19 - Entrance exam 1

Seven months had passed. 

With A.U.R.A.'s assistance, Nana Shimura seamlessly integrated into society under a carefully crafted alias. To the outside world, she was simply "Nana Kurogane," a loyal maid and bodyguard in service to Soren's family. To those who knew the truth, she was a warrior reborn—Soren's devoted servant in every sense. 

His life had become a blend of disciplined training, calculated seduction, and indulgent pleasure. His nights were filled with Mitsuki, Inko, and Nana, each encounter reinforcing his claim over them. Meanwhile, his dates with Izumi, Katsumi, Himiko, Camie, Itsuka, and Mei deepened their bond, drawing them further into his orbit. 

But now, it was time for the next step. 

Soren stood before the towering gates of U.A. High School, hands in his pockets, exuding an air of absolute confidence. The Entrance Exam was about to begin, and he had arrived early, watching as students trickled in one by one. 

Then, he saw her. 

A short distance away, Ochako Uraraka stood awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot, her hands clenched into nervous fists. 

Her petite frame was wrapped in a snug training outfit, the material hugging her curves just a little too well. Her plump thighs, thick and inviting, pressed together as she fidgeted, her toned legs peeking out beneath her athletic shorts. The subtle bounce of her perky chest with each nervous breath drew his gaze for a fraction longer than necessary. 

Her soft, round face—so deceptively innocent—was tinged with worry, her rosy lips pursed ever so slightly. Large, doe-like brown eyes darted around anxiously, framed by short, tousled hair that made her look irresistibly cute. 

Adorable. 

And soon, she would be his. 

Approaching her casually, he spoke in a smooth, reassuring tone.

"You look like you're about to pass out." 

Ochako jumped slightly before turning to face him, her wide eyes locking onto his. 

"H-Huh?" 

Soren chuckled. 

"Relax. You'll do fine. No use psyching yourself out before the test even starts." 

She let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of her head, causing her chest to push forward slightly. 

"Ahaha… yeah, I know. It's just… this is U.A., y'know? I really wanna get in, but I keep thinking about everything that could go wrong." 

Soren gave her a confident nod. 

"And what if everything goes right?" 

She blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?" 

"You've trained for this, haven't you?" he continued. 

"You've put in the effort, so instead of worrying about failing, focus on winning. See yourself succeeding, and make it happen." 

Ochako stared at him for a moment before a small, grateful smile spread across her lips. 

"That… actually makes a lot of sense." 

He smirked. "Of course it does." 

She giggled, some of her nervousness melting away. 

"You're pretty cool, uh…" She hesitated. 

"Wait, I don't think I got your name." 

"Soren. Soren Oda." 

"Oda…you have a nice name." she teased, relaxing slightly. 

He shrugged. 

"What can I say? I'm one of a kind." 

Ochako laughed, the tension in her shoulders finally easing. 

"Well, thanks for the pep talk, Soren. I really appreciate it." 

"No problem," he said smoothly. Then, leaning in slightly, he added in a lower voice.

"Just don't forget who helped you calm down when you pass." 

A soft pink hue spread across her cheeks, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something but thought better of it. There was hesitation, curiosity… maybe even a hint of something more. 

Before she could respond, the U.A. gates opened, signaling the start of the exam. 

Soren straightened, his smirk widening. Time to make my move. 

And with that, the real game began.

The U.A. Entrance Exam had finally arrived. Soren stood at the entrance, surrounded by his girls—Katsumi, Izumi, Himiko, Itsuka, and Camie—all ready to prove themselves. 

Mei was the only one missing, having already secured her place in the Support Course due to her incredible engineering skills. She had sent Soren a voice message earlier: 

"Kick ass for me, Soren-bae~! And don't forget, if anything breaks, I can fix it! Ehehe~!" 

Soren smirked, knowing she would have enjoyed watching him tear through whatever challenges U.A. had in store. 

Turning to his girls, he took a moment to gauge their moods. 

Izumi vibrated with barely contained energy. 

"This is it, Soren! We're finally here!" 

He chuckled. "Excited?" 

"Duh," she said, grinning. "You?" 

He smirked. "Of course." 

Katsumi scoffed, cracking her knuckles.

"Tch, what a dumb question. 'Course we're ready! This whole thing's just a damn warm-up." 

Himiko giggled, twirling a knife between her fingers before slipping it back into her pocket. 

"Ehehe~! I just wanna see some blood!" 

Soren raised an eyebrow. "It's an entrance exam, not a battlefield." 

She pouted. "Awww, no blood? That's no fun~." 

Itsuka smirked. "Well, we'll just have to make up for it by crushing the competition." 

Camie let out a dramatic sigh, flipping her hair. 

"Ugh, same vibes~! Like, they totally should've let us fight some real villains instead. Waaay more thrilling." 

Soren chuckled, hands in his pockets. 

"Winning isn't enough. We dominate." 

Their confidence surged as they walked through the massive gates. 

Inside U.A. High, they were directed to a large lecture hall, where dozens of students were already seated. A heavy silence filled the air as Cementoss, one of U.A.'s Pro Heroes, stood at the front. 

"Welcome, examinees." His voice was deep and calm, in stark contrast to the energy of the room. 

"We will begin with the written exam. You have one hour." 

The moment the exam papers were distributed, the room filled with the sound of pens scratching against paper. 

Soren quickly skimmed through the questions—math, science, history, hero laws. Nothing difficult. 

He easily answered everything, occasionally glancing at the girls. Katsumi furrowed her brows in concentration, while Izumi scribbled at lightning speed. Himiko, despite her usual chaotic energy, seemed unusually focused, twirling her pen between her fingers as she answered each question. 

An hour later, Cementoss spoke again. 

"Time's up. Place your pens down." 

The tests were collected, and the students were ushered into the auditorium, where the real excitement awaited. 

The massive stage at the front lit up as Present Mic took the podium. 

"YEEEEEOOOHHH!! WELCOME TO U.A. HIGH'S ENTRANCE EXAM!!" 

His voice boomed through the speakers, making some students flinch. Soren, however, only smirked. 

"Alright, future heroes! Now that the written test is outta the way, it's time for the real challenge! Your practical exam!!" 

The screen behind him lit up, displaying images of three different types of robotic enemies, each labeled with a point value. 

- 1-Point Robots – Basic foot soldiers, easy to destroy. 

- 2-Point Robots – More durable, slightly stronger. 

- 3-Point Robots – Large, powerful, and heavily armored. 

Soren leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming. Robots, huh? 

He smirked. "Called it." 

Izumi turned to him. 

"You guessed we'd be fighting robots?" 

He nodded. 

"Makes sense. They can simulate combat without risking injuries. Plus, U.A. wouldn't want students fighting each other this early." 

Katsumi grinned. 

"Tch. Doesn't matter what they throw at us—I'm gonna blow 'em all to hell." 

Himiko giggled. 

"Ehehe~! If they bleed oil, that still counts, right?" 

Camie winked at Soren. "Like, should we all stick together or go full free-for-all, bae~?" 

Soren smirked. "Doesn't matter. As long as we win." 

Present Mic's voice interrupted them. 

"ALRIGHT! GET READY TO SHOW US WHAT YOU'VE GOT!!" 

The screen flickered, displaying the names of different exam zones. Students were being split into groups. 

Soren cracked his knuckles. 

Time to dominate.

Soren gave his girls a final smirk before they all separated, each heading to their designated exam areas. 

"Good luck, girls. Not that you need it," he said confidently. 

Katsumi scoffed. "Tch. Like hell I do." 

Izumi grinned. "We'll crush this, Soren!" 

Himiko giggled. "Ehehe~! I'll try not to have too much fun!" 

Itsuka smirked. "Let's see who gets the highest score!" 

Camie winked. "Bet it's me~!" 

Soren chuckled and boarded his assigned bus. His mind, however, was already focused on the exam ahead. 

After a short ride, the students stepped out in front of a massive metal gate, towering over them like the entrance to a battlefield. 

Nervous energy filled the air. Some students stretched, others clenched their fists, trying to psych themselves up. Whispers of self-doubt and anxiety passed between them. 

Soren, however, remained unfazed, standing relaxed with his hands in his pockets. 

Then, something caught his attention. 

A pair of sneakers and a pair of tight shorts stood fidgeting nearby, shifting awkwardly in place. A thin white T-shirt clung tightly to a curvaceous figure, the fabric conforming to every enticing contour of a small waist, perky chest, and toned thighs. 

But to everyone else, she was invisible. 

Soren, however, wasn't like everyone else. 

He somehow was able to adjust and in that instant, Toru Hagakure was no longer invisible. 

She had smooth, flawless skin with a faint, natural glow. Her face was youthful and playful, her lips soft and slightly parted as she shifted nervously. 

Her ample chest pressed subtly against the thin fabric of her shirt, each breath she took making the material stretch ever so slightly. Her toned stomach led down to curvy hips and firm, athletic thighs, her shorts leaving very little to the imagination. 

But what stood out the most was her hair—or rather, the way it flowed in the air like silk spun from pure moonlight. Long, slightly wavy strands cascaded down her back, swaying with her every movement. Despite being colorless to the naked eye, Soren could see the way the light caught it, giving it a mesmerizing, ethereal shimmer. 

To the rest of the world, she was nothing but a floating outfit. 

To Soren, she was very much real. 

Despite her playful and bubbly reputation, she seemed nervous, her fingers brushing against her thighs as she shifted on her feet. 

Soren casually approached her. "First time taking a combat test like this?" 

Hagakure flinched slightly before turning toward him. 

"Oh! U-Um, yeah… kinda!" 

Her voice was light and energetic, but there was an edge of uncertainty to it. 

Soren chuckled, hands still in his pockets.

"No need to stress. Just focus on the basics—avoid getting hit, take down the targets, and don't overthink it." 

Hagakure shifted in place. 

"Yeah, but… my Quirk isn't really good for attacking, y'know?" 

Soren tilted his head. 

"Stealth has its own advantages. You don't need brute force if your enemies can't even see you coming." 

She seemed to perk up at that. "You think so?" 

Soren smirked. "I know so." 

Hagakure giggled. "Hehe, you sound pretty confident!" 

"I am." 

Her hands balled into fists. "Okay! Then I'll do my best!" 

Just then, a loud buzzer echoed through the area. 

"GET READY!" 

The massive metal gate groaned as it slowly began to rise, revealing the battlefield beyond. 

Soren's smirk widened. 

The moment the massive metal gate fully rose, the air was filled with the sound of mechanical whirring and grinding gears. 

Beyond the entrance, towering combat robots stomped across the battlefield, their steel bodies gleaming under the sun. Their red sensor eyes locked onto the students, scanning for targets. 

Then— 

BOOM! 

A shockwave erupted as Soren vanished from sight. 

To the outside world, it looked as if he had teleported, but in reality, he had simply moved faster than their eyes could track. 

In the next instant, a massive, ten-foot-tall robot was obliterated in a single punch. 

CRASH! The machine crumpled like a tin can, sent hurtling into another, causing a chain reaction of destruction. 

Soren didn't stop. He moved like a living missile, weaving through the battlefield at speeds no normal human should possess. 

"One down," he muttered to himself, eyes gleaming with amusement. 

To the Pro Heroes watching, he was a powerful but controlled fighter, a potential symbol of justice. 

In reality? 

He was holding back. 

'If I go all out, I'd turn this entire exam site into a wasteland.' 

A three-pointer robot lunged at him, metal claws slashing down. 

Soren caught them mid-air with one hand. 

The machine struggled, servos whirring furiously—only for Soren's grip to crush its arm like paper. 

He smirked. "Too slow." 

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the entire robot flying, crashing into two others and blowing them apart in a fiery explosion. 

A group of students screamed as a robot locked onto them, turret spinning up. 

BANG! BANG! BANG! 

The machine never got the chance to fire. The bullets were simply made from soft and harmless materials.

Soren appeared behind it, his fist crashing through its metal frame. Sparks erupted as he ripped out its core, crushing it in his grip. 

The students blinked in shock. 

He turned to them, flashing an easygoing smirk. 

"You guys okay?" 

They nodded frantically. 

"T-Thank you!" one of them stammered. 

Soren simply waved.

"Stay sharp. There's still more out there." 

Then, he was gone again—a blur of motion as he tore through another wave of enemies. 

He could feel the eyes of the Pro Heroes on him, analyzing his every move. 

Good.

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The observation room buzzed with discussion as the Pro Heroes analyzed the exam participants. However, one student, in particular, had caught their attention. 

Soren Oda. 

His speed. His power. His effortless heroism. 

Even while holding back, he was dominating the battlefield. 

Aizawa narrowed his eyes. His reaction speed is absurd. 

Present Mic whistled. "Damn! That kid's got MOVES!" 

Cementoss hummed. "His technique is refined. He's not just swinging wildly—he's calculated." 

Nezu, watching intently, clasped his paws together. 

"Fascinating… Such overwhelming speed and power, yet he remains precise. This level of control is… remarkable." 

Midnight leaned forward, a sly grin spreading across her lips. She traced a finger along her exposed collarbone, her ample chest barely contained in the tight, black corset of her hero costume. The deep blue fabric of her bodysuit clung to her hourglass figure, leaving little to the imagination. 

"My, my~," she purred, tilting her head. 

"That boy is quite the sight, isn't he?" 

The room fell silent for a beat. 

Aizawa sighed. "Nemuri, focus on the exam." 

Present Mic chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, we know you have a type." 

Midnight ignored them, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief. 

"I'm just appreciating talent where I see it." She smirked, lips painted a glossy crimson.

"And what talent he has~." 

Her voice dripped with amusement, but then another voice, smooth and composed, cut in. 

"Talent isn't all he has." 

Midnight turned toward the only other female teacher in the room, a woman leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed. 

Her violet eyes were sharp, analyzing Soren's every movement with a level of precision that few could match. Unlike Midnight's playful allure, this woman exuded a different kind of presence—cold, dangerous, and lethal. 

"That level of movement... of control... he's not just strong. He's experienced." Her gaze flickered as Soren dismantled another robot in a single strike, his body flowing like a seasoned warrior rather than a mere student. 

Midnight's smirk widened. "Oh? You interested in him too, Kaina?" 

Finally, her identity was revealed. 

Kaina Tsutsumi. 

Otherwise known as Lady Nagant. 

Her form fitting hero costume accentuated her toned, athletic frame, every curve honed from years of lethal precision as a sniper. The purple fabric left her shoulders bare, revealing smooth skin that contrasted against the combat-ready physique beneath. Her voluminous purple hair cascaded down her back in silky waves, framing her striking features. 

Kaina didn't bother looking at Midnight, her piercing gaze locked onto Soren as if she were sizing up a target. 

"I'm interested in what he really is," she admitted, her voice steady. 

"That level of efficiency isn't normal for someone his age." 

Aizawa hummed in agreement. "He's precise. Too precise." 

Nezu, still watching, chuckled softly. "We'll see how he continues to impress us." 

Midnight simply giggled, stretching her arms above her head, causing the already strained fabric of her corset to shift ever so slightly. 

"Mmm~ well, I, for one, can't wait to see more of him~."