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Begining of Story
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Far from U.A., near the sprawling industrial complex of Fukui's nuclear power plant, the heart of the southern coast of Japan.
This was the 3rd best power plant in the world, with only America and Russia's power plants beating it.
Currently, there was a tall slightly muscular young man, with long cyan-coloured hair tied together in a dishevelled style.
He had lightning-shaped lines connected to the bottom of his eyelids while wearing simple white clothing, including a large robe with a scrunched collar around the neck area.
The sleeves of his robe are slightly rolled up to reveal bandage-wrapped forearms.
He stood outside the plant, the ground scorched black, bodied burnt to beyond recognition laying around him.
"When the Hell are they coming. This should be the Hero Commissions concern since I let them send that emergency message."
He said angrily, his eyes glowing blue with electricity crackling in his right palm.
In truth, he wanted one thing. To fight one specific person.
The right hand man of the Hero Commission itself.
While most villains would avoid anything concerning the right hand man, 'Sukuna', others wanted to have the power and reputation of being the one to take down the King himself.
At least that was more believable goal then fighting people like All Might or Endeavour.
A slash appeared on the concrete besides him.
He looked confused until he hear the faint sound of a helicopter.
He looked up, and not to far away was a pitch black helicopter flying towards the location.
A large grin appeared on his face.
'No one else... that has to be him...'
While Hajime Kashimo was brimming with excitement, inside the helicopter was otherwise.
The two pilots focused solely on the transport of Ryomen here, not worried about the fate or outcome of what happens.
"Keep the damn chopper still, youre making me miss!"
Ryomens voice rang through the coms as he took of his helmet.
A few minutes later the helicopter came down nearby close enough for Ryomen to jump off it and land on the ground opposite Hajime Kashimo.
He has electricity crackling all over his body as he was grinning ear to ear.
"Sukuna! I'm only here to ba-..."
Rrring... Rrring...
Ryomen took how phone out and answered, completely ignoring the man infront of him.
"Uh huh... waste of time... What?!... fine."
All while he was answering the phone, Hajime Kashimo good appalled.
'He answered a fucking phone call... when I'm here declaring my reason to battle?!'
He lifted his hand and shot a small bolt of electricity aimed at him.
Ryomen simply side stepped, dodging it entirely as his face turned cold staring down at him.
"Understood."
And the call cut before he tossed the phone and cracked his knuckles.
"Finally, we can fight it ou-..."
"Shut up. Your not fit to even speak weakling."
Sukuna said in a cold and serious voice.
Electricity flew across Kashimo's body as he entered a fighting stance, fuelled by the anger in the statement Sukuna said.
I can bring you in warm..."
All Sukuna did, was raise his hand pointing his finger at the blue haired man.
"...Or I can bring you in cold."
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Next day.
The halls buzzing with chatter as Class 1-A settled into their new rhythm.
One thing everyone was talking about as the recent news headline.
"Right Hand man Sukuna crushed Hajime Kashimo."
The only person who completely ignored it all was none other then Gojo
'Fucking bastard... anyone could of taken him out, whys this such a big deal.'
Gojo sat casually at his desk, his arms folded behind his head and legs stretched out.
Seeming as if being nonchalant while in reality extremely annoyed about the news.
Beside him, Momo Yaoyorozu and Denki Kaminari were mid-discussion about training schedules and hero
theory.
Uraraka, seated a few rows away, found her gaze drifting toward him.
There was something about Gojo — his confidence, his calm, the way he didn't seem phased by anything.
Perhaps it was also just his looks she was drawn to.
Just suddenly the door slammed open.
"Kneel, extras!" Bakugo barked, swaggering into the room with the subtlety of a grenade.
"None of your quirks compare to mine, I'm already the top student here!"
Gojo burst into a loud laugh, leaning forward as if Bakugo had just told a killer joke, his mood seeming to improve.
'This should be fun...' He thought to himself.
"Top student? You're really talking like that after yesterday's test?"
Bakugo's eyes twitched, his hands crackling with sparks.
"What the hell are you saying, blue eyes?!"
Gojo stood up lazily, expression turning playful as he looked at Bakugo.
Bakugo walked up to Gojo, a few centimetres shorter than him but still glared at his eyes.
The others staring at this, the room dead quiet.
"I'm saying... Your quirk's explosive, sure, but your biggest weakness is that you're predictable and emotional."
Bakugo looked wide eyed at that, if looks could kill Gojo might had been a bloody corpse at the moment.
"You're like a firecracker yelling where it's gonna go off," Gojo added, stepping toward him. "And if anyone here gets to say their quirk is top-tier..."
He tapped his chest.
"It's me."
Bakugo's growled, and just as he was about to lift his hand to slam his explosions into Gojo, his actions was cut off by the door slamming open again
"That's enough, you two!"
All Might stepped into the room, booming presence instantly commanding the class.
The entire class quickly ignored the silent battle that just happened and everyone immediately cheered for All Might.
The Symbol of Peace himself.
Some cheered, others hastily started chatting while others simply awed by his presence as he stood at the door.
The 7ft, muscle bulking man, the blonde hair.
And the most important thing.
That large grin plastered across his face.
"It is I, All Might, the number one hero in Japan... here to teach you your hero cour-..."
"Your blocking the damn doorway, move your muscle brain."
That dead and tired voice could only belong to one person.
All Might gave an embarrassed smile as he stepped put the doorway allowing Aizawa to entre the class.
The class quickly quieted down, although it was clear they were excited to be in All Might's presence.
"Ahem... So, as you all can see, All Might will be your hero course teacher. He will be part of the team that will deal with the practical side of he work."
Aizawa said, scanning the class and seeing Bakugo eyeing Gojo, who was sitting calmly at his chair.
'Damn... now this is a interesting development... the grade 1 hero himself. The one who was so close to special grade.'
Gojo thought to himself as he eyed All Might.
All Might stood there, examining the class.
'Such promising students... I can tell they have the potential... and that Gojo boy... he might have a lot more...'
He glanced at Gojo before turning to Midoriya, who was practically vibrating from the excitement.
'...I wonder if you two get along. It would be beneficial young Midoriya...'
"Today," he declared, interrupting Aizawa who couldn't care in the slightest.
"You'll be doing combat training! But this isn't just sparring — it's team-based scenario combat. Hero vs. Villain simulations!"
Excitement buzzed through the class.
Any tension from earlier dissolved into electric energy as students began whispering and speculating about who'd get paired with who.
"You'll also get your hero costumes... and any gear you ordered. You will meet us in 10 minutes time. Now go change, we meet there in-..."
Cheers rang throughout as everyone was excited to use and qear your hero outfits for the first time.
With that, everyone got up immediately, tagging behind All Might.
Some bombarded him with questions, others hyping up their own costumes.
"I will simply have the best."
"As if, wait till you see mine!"
"I'm going to amaze you all with my wonderful fashion."
Gojo trailed behind, walking calmly along with Uraraka, Midoriya and Momo.
"S-so uh.. how yo-..."
"Gojo, what is you're costume design, how long ago did you-..." Midoriya paused as he got a light punch from Momo.
Uraraka eyed him, annoyed that once again, he interrupted her.
Gojo chuckled at this.
"It's good. Simple. Nothing too much, but enough for me." He said.
As Midoriya started mumbling, thinking how Gojo would incorporate his abilities to the suit, Gojo looked at Uraraka.
"So, what's yours?"
"M-me?... O-oh um well.. it's nothing much, it's one of the best designs I chose and looks cute..." She said blushing a bit.
Momo noticing this before rolling her eyes.
'It's the second day...'
"Well, whatever happens, hope everyone has fun during this." Midoriya said.
Some others replied, either wishing each other good luck or bragging about their outfits.
Gojo said as they caught up to the chatter, everyone splitting up to go get their outfits.
'Oh yea... I'm going to have so much fun.'
He flexed his fingers. Ready to solidify his claims at the strongest, by starting with his class.
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End of Story
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