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Aura Farming System - 37
🕑 Added 2025-12-18 16:37:36 +0000 UTC
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[Tests]
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‘This… is the first place of the entrance exam?’ Midoriya’s eyes trembled in disbelief.
A month ago, after finishing the entrance exam, he’d heard people talking about someone destroying a Zero Pointer. At the time, he’d assumed they were talking about him, even though some of the people who were speaking about it weren’t from his battle center.
But now he understood.
They had meant that boy. He, too, had accomplished the same thing.
No—with that level of power and technique, it probably was much different from how he had done it.
With the power he’d displayed today, destroying a robot like that wouldn’t have been any harder than blowing away dust.
He, on the other hand, had to break an arm to accomplish the same result.
And what shook Midoriya the most wasn’t just the strength on display—it was the fact that someone like this would be his classmate for the next three years.
‘Is this the level of U.A.?’ he wondered, glancing down at the fist that he once destroyed in doing what the youth in front of him could have done without breaking a sweat.
For a brief moment, doubt crept in. Had his ten months of training really been enough?
He shook his head sharply, forcing the pessimistic thoughts away.
‘No… even Kacchan can’t do something like that. That person, whatever his quirk is, is simply on a whole different level.’ A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead.
While Midoriya’s thoughts spiraled, the field itself had fallen into a deafening silence after the loud display of power. Everyone stood frozen, too stunned to say a word after realizing not all Quirks were made equal.
This shit had levels.
Fortunately, a voice cut through their collective daze.
“Is that enough, sensei?” Taka asked calmly.
His tone was neutral, serious—but there was a faint trace of challenge beneath it.
Aizawa’s smirk faded.
“…Yeah. Now go back to your place.”
Snorting softly, Taka turned and walked back toward the group.
As he returned to his spot, he could feel countless eyes on him—stares filled with awe, shock, and unease. He ignored them all.
Cool people didn’t acknowledge admiration.
“So, did you all understand what we’re doing today?” Aizawa said sharply, snapping everyone back to attention. “Judging by your faces, you were daydreaming instead of listening. You’ll be performing the standard physical fitness tests—this time while using your Quirks.”
Instantly, chatter broke out across the field, excitement replacing the earlier shock.
“For real?”
“We get to use our Quirks right away?!”
“That’s U.A. for you!”
“This sounds fun!”
Unfortunately, that last comment—spoken by a certain pink-haired student—seemed to flip a switch on Aizawa.
“Looks fun, huh?” Aizawa said, his voice flat, eyes locking onto her as if daring her to repeat herself.
She shrank back right away, and along with her, the excitement died instantly.
Smiles vanished, nervous expressions replacing them in front of their teacher’s change in humor.
“You have three years to become a proper hero. Will you really keep that kind of mindset the whole time?” he asked, his eyes sweeping over everyone who had dared show even a sliver of excitement earlier.
The class didn’t answer; no one dared risk stepping on another landmine.
Unfortunately, silence itself was a landmine.
“Alright… let’s do it like this, then.” A smirk crept onto Aizawa’s apathetic face. “Whoever ends up in last place after all the tests are done will be judged as having no potential… and expelled.”
““H-huh?!”” the entire class gasped in horror.
Taka, of course, remained as stoic as possible.
Uraraka was the first to protest. “Last place will be expelled?! But—it’s just the first day of school! And even if it wasn’t, it’s still unfair!”
Aizawa didn’t bat an eye. Instead, his tone gained even more conviction. “Natural disasters. Large-scale accidents. Dangerous villains without scruples. Calamities whose time or place can’t be predicted—Japan is full of such unfairness. Heroes are the ones who defy that unfairness and make things right. During your three years at this school, U.A. will throw hardship after hardship at you to make you capable of doing exactly that. If you were expecting a place where you could make friends and go to karaoke after class, then I’m sorry to disappoint you. Go Beyond, Plus Ultra. There’s a reason that’s our school’s motto. Here… you’ll all overcome your limits, or fail trying.”
That was enough to cement reality for everyone.
Iida took out a bottle of water and hydrated himself, mentally praising U.A. for its difficulty and preparing for the hardships ahead, just as Aizawa had said.
Bakugo spun his arm around, scowling with determination to reclaim the place that belonged to him.
Midoriya was having a mental breakdown, agonizing over how to survive this with his lack of control over his new Quirk.
Todoroki—he remained stoic throughout everything.
And Taka… he glared at Todoroki and deadpanned.
‘What a copycat.’
Thinking so, he cracked his neck left and right, his eyes sharpening. ‘How’s this? Too badass for you, emo boy?’
Todoroki spared him a brief glance before looking away.
‘Heh. That’s right—run away,’ Taka smirked.
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| Minutes later… |
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The first test was the 50-meter dash, held with two students at a time, paired according to seat numbers. Their speed was recorded by a special automaton standing beside the track.
Taka, very aurafarmingly, was in the last batch of seats, paired with Yaoyorozu—the actual last seat.
So, he was able to let everyone else have their chance to shine before his own turn finally arrived. As some could say, save the best for last.
As he and Yaoyorozu stood at the starting line, his eyes naturally drifted toward her, wondering how she was doing.
Yaoyorozu, standing beside him, swallowed nervously. In an instant, she materialized a pair of rocket skates and put them on.
‘Does that even count as using her Quirk?’ He sweatdropped, briefly glancing at Aizawa, then deadpanned when he saw him not reacting at all. ‘I guess it does.’
{On your mark…}
As he pondered what truly counted as “using” one’s Quirk, the automaton began the countdown.
{Get set…}
Refocusing on the task at hand, Taka’s body lifted, floating just a centimeter above the ground.
Then—
{GO!}
His figure blurred.
{0.7 seconds}
By the time anyone realized what had happened, he was already standing at the finish line, his feet gently touching the ground again.
—Fwoosh!—
—A moment later, the force behind his movement exploded outward, faster than even the air itself.
A curtain of dust erupted all the way from the starting line, blasting in every direction. Those watching from several meters away were hit by the shockwave, forced to cover themselves.
For a moment, Aizawa’s eyes narrowed while he, too, guarded himself against the force, wondering if that had interfered with Yaoyorozu’s run.
But when his vision cleared, he saw that the massive shockwave hadn’t affected her at all. Somehow, something shielded her against it.
‘He accounted for that?’ he thought, glaring at Taka, who stood calmly at the finish line with an impassive expression.
Seconds later, Yaoyorozu reached the goal.
{3.31 seconds} The automaton announced.
After slowing down, she removed her skates and heaved a sigh, whether glad it had ended, or because she was satisfied with her result, only known to her. Then she walked toward Taka, who spared her a brief glance as she approached.
“You shielded me from the shockwave, didn’t you? Thank you very much,” she said, performing a deep bow.
He blinked faintly at the sudden gratitude.
“It was my speed that caused it in the first place. Don’t mention it.” Taka closed his eyes enigmatically.
Though his thoughts were anything but enigmatic. ‘How’s that—powerful and responsible. Aren’t you all feeling awed?’
He opened one eye slightly to glance at the spectating crowd.
Their expressions hadn’t changed at all.
Then it dawned on him—they hadn’t heard him at all.
‘Forgot to talk loud enough.’ He sighed inwardly.
<[+5 aura]>
‘Hmm?’
Fortunately, it seemed his coolness hadn’t been lost completely.
Turning to Yaoyorozu, it appeared she had appreciated it, judging by the newfound respect in her gaze.
With them finished, the test came to an end.
The second test was grip strength. They all moved to the nearby school gym, where grip-strength measuring devices were kept in stock.
The highest score belonged to Shoji, whose Quirk—allowing him to produce several limbs at will—pushed his strength to an impressive 540 kilograms.
The grip was immaculate indeed.
Many boys gathered around him in shock.
At least—until Taka stepped up as well.
—Crack!—
The device snapped apart under the speed and sheer force of his grip, instantly drawing every eye to him.
‘Whoops.’ Taka smirked unapologetically inwardly.
Aizawa could only sigh helplessly.
After that, the third test was the Standing Long Jump.
Aura farming was a bit harder here, since the task was simply jumping forward beyond the sand. A rather plain and simple task.
—That’s what a loser, non–aura farmer would say.
—Bang!—
A burst of force exploded from Taka’s feet as he leapt, sending him soaring skyward for a brief moment. He even performed a flip midair, hands tucked casually into his pockets for extra style.
An instant later, he plummeted.
—BAM!—
His feet slammed into the ground, shattering it on impact and embedding slightly into the earth.
But despite buckling a little from the landing, he soon stood up tall again, expression unchanged.
His hands… still in his pockets.
Jiro stood not too far, having done the test herself already.
'That guy's doing too much.' She deadpanned.
Even if deep inside she thought that had been pretty cool.
Then came the fourth test. Repeated side steps.
This time, Taka decided to copy the style of a fellow aura farmer. A certain caped baldy.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—
Dust erupted, and air exploded as his figure multiplied into afterimages that moved from side to side, his eyes seeming to shine for a moment as a red stela traced his rapid horizontal movements.
And through it all, his figure remained unchanged. Despite the blurring speed, he stood relaxed with both hands in his pockets. His feet did all the heavy lifting, propelling him from side to side while the rest of his body was left to aura farm.
Soon enough, the test came to an end. Half the class stared at him in disbelief, while the other half looked worried for their own sake.
Then... came the ball-throwing test—the moment that would decide Midoriya’s fate.
In the original show, the greenhead had pulled a plan out of his ass that earned just enough of Aizawa's respect to cancel his expulsion plans.
But this wasn’t the show.
Nothing guaranteed he’d be that clever this time around. Perhaps the butterfly effect had already taken hold, and Taka simply hadn't noticed yet.
Maybe because of his own grand and mighty presence, the pressure on Midoriya would be higher than in the original, and the kid would either rise through it with that protagonist's determination of his—or screw up and go home as a bum after all the work it took to get into U.A. in the first place.
‘I’ll be watching, just in case,’ Taka thought, ready to intervene if necessary.
A lesser person might have seen this as the perfect opportunity to eliminate an aura-farming rival… But a true master of the craft doesn't fear the light of others. He lets them shine as brightly as they can, as only when others are able to see how brightly others can shine, can they truly appreciate the brightest shine of all.
<That was supposed to be my line.> The system chimed in.
‘It was a bit obvious, and you were too slow to say it,’ Taka scoffed.
<...>
Leaving the System to sulk, Taka glanced back at Midoriya, whose turn was drawing near.
‘Come on, Midoriya. Clutch up.’
Feeling a gaze, Midoriya turned around.
But by then, Taka had already crossed his arms and closed his eyes enigmatically.
Midoriya sighed and returned to dreading the immediate future.
Finally, his turn came.
The greenhead stepped into the throwing circle, a bead of sweat rolling down his face as his mind raced at a thousand miles per hour, hand tightly gripping the ball in his grasp.
To use his Quirk or not? That was the question.
So far, he’d attempted every test without it, and the results were grim. His training with All Might may have improved his physique compared to last year, but his classmates weren't slacking during it either. They, too, possessed good physiques that allowed them to get fairly good results from sheer physical ability only.
But unlike him, his peers had quirks that allowed them to shine in specific tests, elevating their scores—and leaving him hovering at the bottom of the scoreboard.
At this rate, expulsion was inevitable.
Midoriya gripped the ball, frustration boiling over. Breaking his limbs was agonizing, but if the alternative was being kicked out on the first day, he had no choice.
‘I’ll do it,’ he resolved. ‘I won’t let it end like this!’
With renewed determination, Midoriya wound up his arm. Faint arcs of electricity began to dance around him, his veins glowing with stored power. He stepped forward, a massive surge of energy funnelling from his core directly into the ball.
‘I’ll become a hero!’
And so, he threw.
-Thud-
A second later, the ball hit the dirt just some meters away, raising a bit of dust in its landing, but not much more than that.
In an instant, Midoriya’s face went pale.
“H-how? I’m sure I—”
“I erased your Quirk.” Aizawa’s voice cut through the air with solemnity. “Honestly, to allow a kid like you here… that entrance exam was truly irrational.”
‘Here it is.’ Taka narrowed his eyes.
Just as in the show, Aizawa proceeded to give Midoriya the pep talk, making him realize that by maiming himself, he would become more of a hindrance than a help to other heroes in real disasters.
With that done, and having left Midoriya to his thoughts, Aizawa returned to his spot. Now, however, low expectations were plastered all over his deadpan expression.
“You have two more tries for the ball throw. After that, we are moving on to the next test,” he declared, leaving the poor green-haired boy to get lost in his own swirling thoughts.
Taka’s hand twitched, ready to boost the ball’s speed if necessary.
For a moment, the field fell into a heavy silence. The entire class watched in a mix of pity and tension while Midoriya let his mind race. Soon after, it seemed he had reached a conclusion.
Just like before, he took his stance, his arm winding up for the throw.
Everyone caught their breath. Some were already mentally marking Midoriya as the one to be expelled—namely, a certain explosive blond.
And then, Midoriya’s body snapped into motion.
Aizawa’s eyes narrowed, wondering which path the boy would take. All in, or nothing at all. With the lack of control he had over his power, he could only choose one. And to Aizawa, whichever he chose mattered little.
As he was now, Midoriya had no talent for being a hero. Today, he would get rid of the kid before he harmed himself permanently. Being a hero wasn’t a playground, after all.
Or at least—that’s what he thought.
“...!”
Suddenly, Aizawa’s eyes snapped open in surprise as his trained gaze caught a minute detail. While mid-motion, Midoriya had indeed activated his Quirk.
For a moment, he scoffed, thinking of it as the last try of a cornered rat.
But then, he truly realized what was different.
Unlike earlier, this time all that energy and power was entirely focused on the very tip of his finger.
—BOOOOM!—
The next instant, the air exploded as the ball shot violently into the sky. Midoriya’s body sagged forward from the sheer recoil of the blast.
But then, he caught himself. He pulled his injured hand into a tight fist and looked up at his teacher. Despite the tears in his eyes, he wore a defiant, bright smile.
“I can still move… sensei!”
Aizawa’s face, baffled until that moment, shifted. A wide, excited grin spread across his features.
In the meantime, Taka snorted, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
‘Heh. Not bad, kid.’
His aura, which had flared invisibly around Midoriya to intervene if things went south, receded. It flowed back to its rightful owner, settling once more.
‘This would have been boring, otherwise.’
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-To be Continued…-
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(A/N: And so, the tests are over. At least the important ones. Did this chapter feel a bit like filler? I felt like I spent a lot of time on an event that wasn’t that important.
Then again, aura farming must be done properly, so taking this long is probably to be expected.)
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