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Ch 5 MHA: Harder Better Faster Stronger
🕑 Added 2025-06-19 17:59:54 +0000 UTCThe sun was still rising when Reiji zipped up his jacket and stepped out the door. His mother handed him a packed bento with a pat on the shoulder. His father gave a single nod from the garage, arms crossed, armor-plated sleeves glinting. "Go get 'em."
On the train ride to the testing grounds, he watched the morning crowd. Somewhere near the central district, a loud yell broke through the station. A pickpocket tore through the crowd, clutching a purse.
Reiji didn't get up.
His Stand did. One clean hook sent the thief tumbling into a trash bin. The purse landed safely on a bench. Reiji didn't even break stride as he left the station.
"Try a different hobby," he muttered.
The exam building was massive—clean glass, bright lights, and polished metal floors. Reiji stepped inside with the rest of the applicants. The room was packed.
Then the speakers blared.
Present Mic’s voice exploded overhead:
“YEAHHHH! WELCOME TO MY LIVE SHOW, EVERYBODY SAY HEY!!”
no one reacted.
“Tough crowd, heh. I’m here to present today’s practical exam! You’ll be fighting faux villains in a replica city arena!”
Screens lit up behind Present Mic.
“They’re split into three types, each with a different point value!” “One-pointer! Two-pointer! Three-pointer! Try to rack up the most points and rise to the top!!”
A hand shot up. Reiji turned slightly.
It was a tall student with perfect posture and squared shoulders. His glasses caught the light as he stood—rigid, formal, like he took this more seriously than anyone else in the room.
“Sir! The pamphlet says there are four types of villains, not three! If this is a misprint—”
“Good catch, future hero!!” Present Mic cut in. “the fourth type is zero-pointer— it’s just an obstacle! No points, so I highly recommend you avoid it!!”
“That’s it from me! Now move out to your assigned gates and Go Plus Ultra!”
Test Site C – Main Gate
The gate opened.
Students sprinted forward, yelling, charging in every direction.
Reiji walked.
Hands in pockets. Calm. Focused.
A one-pointer rolled out of the alley ahead. A two-pointer crashed down to his left.
He raised his hand, sliding it through to adjust his hair.
“Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.”
The Stand flickered into view behind him—chrome body, smooth armor, fists clenched.
The Stand surged forward.
CRACK. One punch blew straight through the one-pointer’s chassis. Sparks burst as it collapsed.
WHAM. An elbow dropped the two-pointer, folding its legs inward before crushing its head into the ground.
The Stand hovered beside him, fists steaming.
Another three-pointer jumped from the rooftop, landing with a crash.
“Right shoulder joint’s light armor.”
The Stand spun midair and struck at a diagonal. The robot’s arm twisted backward, circuitry spilling out.
Three more bots rounded the street ahead. One charged him with blades. The second fired a pellet gun. The third tried to flank from above.
Reiji side-stepped once.
“Spread pattern. Fast but predictable.”
Then the Stand vanished and reappeared in a blur:
“DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!”
BAM. Elbow to the bladed robot’s head.
CLANK. Sweep kick to the gunner’s legs, flipping it.
CRUNCH. The third one dropped from the air—its back dented inward by an upward punch.
Reiji glanced to his left—two students struggling against a stubborn two-pointer.
He gave a short whistle. His Stand flew sideways, shattered the robot’s knee, and swerved back.
The other students blinked. “Wha—Thanks?”
He replied, “No problem.”
Observation Room
Cementoss squinted at the monitor. “...Did anyone see who just cleaned out that alley in Block C?”
Thirteen leaned forward. “I think it was that kid—Kogane Reiji. blond hair, lean build. He’s been calm the entire test.”
Snipe tilted his hat. “That some kinda telekinesis Quirk?”
Power Loader scrolled through the data. “Nope. Says here his Quirk’s called Stand. He controls a separate entity that he buffs with commands. Only he can see it.”
Nezu’s eyes gleamed. “Quite an interesting ability. And excellent control for his age. What do you think, Aizawa?”
Aizawa stepped forward, lifting his goggles. He stared at the screen, watching Reiji’s movements closely.
“He’s got tight control over his Quirk. Looks like he treats it like a second body… and it's strong. Really strong.”
testing ground
One student ducked behind a broken pillar, panting as sparks crackled behind him. He peeked out—then froze.
Three bots lay in pieces across the road. Standing in the center of it all was a blond kid with a calm face. His stance hadn’t shifted. Hands still in his pockets. Not a single mark on him.
He muttered, “No way. He just stood there... and those bots folded like paper.”
On a nearby rooftop, a student in a grey tracksuit crouched low, squinting through the smoke. His Quirk enhanced his sight—but even zoomed in, he hadn’t seen what hit the bots.
He frowned. “what type of quirk is this .”
A three-pointer skidded around the corner.
Reiji tilted his head slightly. "DRIVE! DRIVE!"
The Stand vanished—then reappeared midair and slammed a downward fist into the bot’s head.
Its top plate shattered on impact.
Sparks burst. Debris flew.
Reiji muttered, eyes following the wreckage:
“Too slow. That model turns left before it punches.”
He walked forward without breaking stride.
Another bot spun in—but Reiji was already moving.
“Left actuator’s exposed.”
The Stand struck again—clean, straight through the joint. The bot collapsed.
A four-bot wave came in from two streets. One high, one mid, two from the front.
Reiji didn’t slow down.
The Stand surged forward, fully enhanced—its body gleaming, motion clean and exact.
“DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!”
The first robot’s head cracked inward from a single punch.
The second took a palm to the chest—chassis caved in, legs gave out.
The Stand blinked forward, heel-dropped the flying bot from above.
The last raised a cannon. Too slow. A double-fisted hammer blow crushed it into the street.
Stats flickered across the screens in real time.
Cementoss leaned forward. “Kogane Reiji. Thirty-one robots cleared already.”
Thirteen glanced at the tally. “That’s pushing top score range.”
Snipe adjusted his hat, watching the replay. “Looks like the thing he controls relies on close-range strikes.”
Midnight crossed her arms, half-smiling. “He’s got presence. Style, too. I can already see the fanbase forming.”
Thirteen added, “He barely moves. His Stand does everything.”
Aizawa’s eyes narrowed. “We still don’t know if he relies only on that Stand—or if he has other skills to back it up.”
The sirens blared.
Ground trembled.
A massive shadow loomed overhead—the Zero Pointer tore through a row of buildings, towering over the arena.
Screams echoed.
“IT’S THE ZERO POINTER!!”“RUN!! IT’S NOT WORTH ANY POINTS!!”
Reiji looked up once.
He exhaled. Then turned around and walked away.
Behind him, rubble crashed from a crumbling rooftop.
A steel beam dropped toward him.
The Stand snapped into place, caught it with one arm, and tossed it aside.
Reiji glanced back.
“Still not worth it.”
Power Loader scanned the final scores. “Kogane Reiji—ninety points, confirmed.”
Snipe gave a low whistle. “That puts him ahead of Bakugo. And he barely looked winded.”
Aizawa didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “He’s a precision fighter. Everything he does is calculated.”
The siren blared.
“TIME’S UP!”
Students dropped, panting, bruised, cheering.
Reiji walks past them.
No wounds. Not even tired.
He dusted off his sleeve, adjusted his collar.
[TL:-Hey guys, Let me know if anything felt off or didn’t land right. I’m still working on the how the character comes across. Open to any thoughts—appreciate the feedback.]
Comments
Kamilson
everything is very smooth to read, but for me there is lack of reactions and stress before test
