Chapter 4: The Watchful Eyes of U.A.

**U.A. Staff Observation Room**

Inside U.A. High's faculty observation room, several pro heroes sat before an array of massive screens, each displaying a different battle zone where the entrance exam was unfolding.

From one of the central monitors, the image of Ryo Kisaragi was displayed in real-time.

The boy wasn't just fighting—he was dominating.

His optic beams weren't random bursts of destruction; they were precise and calculated. He never wasted energy, never fired blindly—every shot was deliberate. More impressively, he wasn't just standing in place and shooting. He was maneuvering, using his own beams to launch himself through the battlefield, adjusting his position mid-air, and taking out multiple enemies in rapid succession.

Aizawa Shouta—Eraserhead—leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his sharp eyes tracking Ryo's every move.

"He's not just strong," he murmured. "He's experienced."

"Experienced?" Midnight raised an eyebrow. "He's fifteen."

"I've seen third-years at U.A. with worse reaction times than this kid," Aizawa said. "He's fighting like someone who's been doing this for years."

At the head of the table, Nezu sipped his tea, watching with keen interest. "His Quirk is remarkable… but his decision-making is even more impressive. He's predicting enemy movement before it happens and adjusting his approach in real time."

Cementoss nodded. "And the way he's using his optic blasts for movement—it's like he's flying. That level of control should be impossible without extensive training."

Powerloader scoffed. "And look at the precision—his beams are curving mid-air. That's not normal. Even projectile-based Quirks that allow directional control struggle with fine adjustments, but his tracking is instantaneous."

On the monitor, Ryo had just sniped a moving target from behind another student without even looking directly at it. The beam curved around the obstacle and struck the robot's core in a single shot.

Midnight smirked. "That's sniper-level accuracy. If he wasn't going into hero work, he'd make one hell of a marksman."

A sudden BOOM filled the observation room as the Zero-Pointer appeared on-screen. Its hulking frame cast a massive shadow over the battlefield, its mechanical joints groaning as it moved through the cityscape.

Predictably, most of the students ran—none of them wanted to waste time on an enemy that wouldn't give them points.

But not Ryo.

He stood his ground, eyes gleaming. Then, in an instant—

BOOM.

A pillar of red energy erupted from his eyes, slamming directly into the Zero-Pointer's core. The sheer force sent debris flying in all directions, shaking the battlefield and cracking the ground beneath him.

When the dust cleared—

There was no Zero-Pointer.

Just a crater. A hundred meters wide.

Silence filled the observation room.

Then—

"HOLY SHIT," Midnight whispered.

Powerloader's jaw dropped. "I… I don't even—WHAT?"

Eraserhead exhaled slowly. "That wasn't just power," he muttered. "That was restraint."

Midnight turned to him. "Restraint? He just turned the battlefield into a crater."

Aizawa shook his head. "No. If that beam had been angled even slightly upward, it would've leveled everything in its path—including nearby students. He contained the blast. That wasn't brute force—it was controlled destruction."

Nezu set down his teacup, his small smile unwavering. "Fascinating."

Snipe, who had been silent until now, let out a low whistle. "That kid's got pinpoint accuracy and battlefield awareness. I wouldn't wanna go up against him in a shootout."

Cementoss stroked his chin. "How many Villain Points does he have?"

Midnight glanced at the digital scoreboard, which updated in real-time. "More than anyone else in Battle Center B."

Powerloader exhaled, still staring at the crater on-screen. "And Hero Points? He did help some students indirectly."

Nezu chuckled. "We'll determine that in the final scoring."

Aizawa continued watching as Ryo lowered himself to the ground, dusting off his jacket with a nonchalant expression. He didn't look exhausted. He didn't look winded.

He just looked… uninterested.

Aizawa frowned. "That's not a normal reaction from a fifteen-year-old."

Nezu's small eyes gleamed. "Indeed. He didn't just treat this like an exam…" He took another sip of tea.

"…He treated it like a game he already knew how to win."

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**Meanwhile, in the Aftermath of the Exam…**

Ryo stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders as the dust settled. Around him, students collapsed in exhaustion or murmured in disbelief.

One kid stared at the crater and muttered, "What kind of monster was that?"

Ryo, overhearing, just smirked.

"Think that was enough to pass?"

A few students turned to stare at him like he was insane.

They had all just witnessed something unbelievable—and yet, to him, it was just another day.