Quirk Apprehension Test
AN: Hey guys I'm back, sorry for the wait. I'm okay now but no chapter for tomorrow tho
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The class stood in a line on the field, the morning sun beating down on them. Aizawa loomed before them like a specter.
"We'll be testing eight physical assessments—all with Quirk use permitted." He held up a baseball. "First up: the ball throw."
Bakugou cracked his knuckles. "About damn time."
Kenjiro watched as Aizawa called up students one by one:
Uraraka sent her ball into orbit with Zero Gravity (∞ meters).
Bakugou blasted his with a massive explosion (705.2 meters).
Kaminari short-circuited himself trying to conduct electricity through it (32 meters).
After that, Aizawa called: "Sasaki. You're up."
Kenjiro stepped forward, rolling the ball in his palm.
"Time to make an impression."
His arm elongated, stretching back farther than humanly possible—then snapped forward like a whip.
"Mochi Cannon."
The ball vanished into the horizon.
Aizawa's device beeped.
"1,247 meters."
The class gasped.
Bakugou's eye twitched. "CHEAP TRICK!"
Kenjiro smirked. "Efficiency isn't cheating, Bakugou."
Aizawa's scarf flared. "Enough. Next test: 50-meter dash."
As the class moved to the track, Midoriya whispered to Kenjiro, "H-how are you so calm?"
Kenjiro glanced at Aizawa. "Because I didn't come here to play."
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"Next test: 50-meter dash," he announced, holding up a stopwatch. "You'll be running in pairs. Use your Quirks however you see fit."
Kenjiro cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as he stepped up to the starting line alongside Tenya Iida.
Iida adjusted his glasses, giving Kenjiro a respectful nod. "A pleasure to compete against you, Sasaki! Your performance thus far has been most impressive!"
Kenjiro smirked. "Try to keep up."
Aizawa raised his hand. "Ready… Go."
Iida's engines roared to life, his legs blurring as he shot forward like a bullet.
Kenjiro's legs liquefied for a split second before snapping back into solid form with explosive force—propelling him forward like a slingshot.
"Mochi Boost."
The two crossed the finish line in near-perfect sync—
"3.21 seconds!" Aizawa called.
Iida blinked, panting slightly. "Incredible! Your Quirk's propulsion rivals my Recipro Burst!"
Kenjiro shrugged. "Had to get creative."
Bakugou, watching from the sidelines, scowled. "Tch. Cheap tricks."
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One by one, the students took turns squeezing the grip strength meter.
Shoji Mezo (Multi-Arms Quirk): 540 kg
Kirishima Eijiro (Hardening Quirk): 485 kg
Bakugou Katsuki: 312 kg
Then it was Kenjiro's turn.
He wrapped his fingers around the device—and hardened his hand to diamond-like density.
The meter screeched in protest before the display shattered.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "…Over 1,000 kg. Next."
Jiro whistled. "Dude, what the hell are you made of?"
Kenjiro flexed his hand. "Better question—what aren't I made of?"
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The sand pit stretched before them, an imposing gap separating the launch point from the landing zone.
Uraraka Ochaco (Zero Gravity): ∞ distance
Tokoyami Fumikage (Dark Shadow): 12 meters
Ashido Mina (Acid Slide): 8 meters
Kenjiro stepped up, crouched slightly—then his legs elongated like coiled springs before launching him into the air.
He cleared the pit entirely, landing gracefully on the far side.
Aizawa didn't even blink. "Next."
Kaminari groaned. "Why do we even bother?"
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The test was simple: jump side-to-side over a line as many times as possible in a minute.
Hagakure Tooru (Invisibility): 87 jumps
Ojiro Mashirao (Tail Quirk): 112 jumps
Bakugou Katsuki (Explosive Propulsion): 98 jumps
Kenjiro's legs split into multiple elastic strands, allowing him to rebound off the ground like a pinball.
"150 jumps."
Bakugou's eye twitched. "This is bullshit!"
Kenjiro smirked. "Cope."
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The class gathered around the pitching circle, the tension palpable. One by one, they threw:
Yaoyorozu Momo (Creation Quirk): Used a cannon. (920 meters)
Todoroki Shoto (Half-Cold Half-Hot): Ice launch. (850 meters)
Bakugou Katsuki: Explosive fastball. (712 meters)
Then, Midoriya stepped up.
The class murmured.
"Wait, Midoriya hasn't used his Quirk yet…"
Bakugou's glare was venomous. "Because he doesn't have one, extras."
Midoriya took a deep breath—and green lightning crackled across his skin.
"7%… SMASH!"
The ball vanished into the sky.
Aizawa's device beeped.
"705.3 meters."
Silence.
Then—
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Bakugou exploded, literally and figuratively. "DEKU! SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE A QUIRK?!"
Midoriya flinched but held his ground. "I-I've always had it! It was just… hard to control!"
Bakugou's hands sparked violently. "LIAR! YOU WERE QUIRKLESS FOR 14 YEARS!"
Kenjiro stepped between them, his arm morphing into a mochi barrier to block Bakugou's blast.
"Cool it, Bomb Boy. You're embarrassing yourself."
Aizawa's scarf flared as his Quirk activated, erasing Bakugou's explosions. "Enough. Bakugou, one more outburst and you're expelled."
Bakugou seethed but fell silent, his crimson eyes burning with betrayal.
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Aizawa projected the scores:
Sasaki Kenjiro – 1st Place (All Tests Dominated)
Yaoyorozu Momo – 2nd Place (Versatile Quirk Usage)
Todoroki Shoto – 3rd Place (Raw Power)
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Midoriya Izuku – 13th Place (Limited Control)
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Mineta Minoru – 19th Place (…Pathetic)
Aoyama Yuga – 20th Place (Navel Laser Backfire)
Aizawa sighed. "Normally, I'd expel the lowest scorer…"
Mineta paled.
"But today was about assessing potential, not just results." He pocketed the scorecard. "No one's expelled. Yet."
The class collectively exhaled.
"Dismissed. Tomorrow, actual hero training starts. Don't be late."
As Aizawa shuffled off, Bakugou stormed past Midoriya, shoulder-checking him hard.
"This isn't over, Deku."
Midoriya clenched his fists but said nothing.
Kenjiro watched the exchange, then turned to leave.
"This is gonna be fun."