The Synonym
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Aura Farming System - 34
🕑 Added 2025-12-15 03:35:20 +0000 UTC
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[I don’t know this guy]
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Thirty minutes after the exam ended, and after receiving information about when they would be able to check their results, the examinees began leaving U.A.’s facilities in waves.
Amid the mass of teenagers heading out, two stood out, as the crowd seemed to give them far more space than it did anyone else.
“Phew… those were easily the most hectic ten minutes of my life… even more if we count the waiting time before the exam,” Jiro said, letting out a relieved sigh.
Taka nodded, though he didn’t look even remotely as tired as she did.
She noticed immediately and deadpanned. “Why the heck are you nodding? You probably had it easy. I overheard some guys who were in the same battle center as you—they said you went and toppled that huge robot that appeared at the end.”
“Fighting was the easy part,” Taka replied, his gaze fixed straight ahead. “The rest wasn’t.”
‘Constantly searching for cameras and good aura-farming spots was a pain,’ he added inwardly.
Jiro didn’t look convinced. “I mean, I knew your telekinesis was strong after seeing how you dealt with those delinquents months ago… but I didn’t think it was strong enough to take down a giant robot.”
“You never asked.” He answered matter-of-factly.
She snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Then what even is your Quirk? You always answer with ‘something like that,’ so I never actually learned what it is. And there’s no way a simple telekinesis Quirk has that much… power.”
Taka took a moment before answering, glancing to the side as if considering it.
“It’s called Muscle to Mind,” he said at last. “The stronger my physical body is, the stronger my telekinesis becomes.”
‘Or at least, that’s what’s registered under my name,’ he thought.
Fortunately, Nezu hadn’t seemed to mind the misleading description, mentioning that it could be adjusted into a more appropriate one over time once Taka began showing more abilities.
After all, Quirks evolving—or appearing to change—wasn’t unheard of.
And in his case, being a late bloomer benefited him even more since he’d barely had any time to develop it compared to someone who’d had their Quirk their whole life.
However, although Nezu did advise him to show his other abilities so they could adjust his Quirk's description over time, he did clarify that slow changes were preferable, as anything too abrupt would raise suspicion and link him to his Rockinesis identity.
‘Still,’ Taka thought, ‘holding back all these abilities without using them is starting to itch.’
He had plenty of time to train and refine them—but very few chances to actually use them and show them off.
His inner aura farmer was being edged, and he didn't like it.
‘Well, U.A. isn’t far off. I’ll have plenty of opportunities there,’ he reassured himself, smirking inwardly.
Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice that instead of the matter being clarified, Jiro now looked even more confused.
“But… is it exponential or something?” she asked. “Because you definitely don’t look like someone who could smash a giant robot with his bare hands.”
“I could,” Taka replied without hesitation.
“Pfft—yeah, right,” Jiro scoffed, amused for a moment.
But when Taka didn’t laugh—and instead remained completely serious—her smile slowly faded.
“…Seriously?”
Taka nodded, glancing at her. “Wanna see?”
She raised an eyebrow. “How? I don’t see any robots around.”
“I could lift you…”
Jiro’s face turned awkward. “That’s a bit...”
“—and throw you into the sky. Then I’d just catch you with my telekinesis.”
She deadpanned. “Please don’t.”
Taka rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself.”
A brief silence followed, both of them lost in their own thoughts about what had just been said.
Eventually, Jiro spoke up again, shooting him a smirk.
“By the way, how do you think you did? Enough to claim first place as you said before?”
Taka smiled faintly. “Easily.”
“Whoa, not even a second of humility with you,” Jiro laughed.
“I’m pretty sure I destroyed over seventy percent of the robots in the entire stage… That, plus the rescue points I probably earned after taking down that huge robot, should’ve put me in first place without much trouble.”
“R-rescue points?” Jiro asked, startled—like someone who had just found out an already finished exam had an entirely hidden section they hadn't seen.
Taka fell silent for a moment.
‘Right. They didn’t tell us that,’ he mused, pursing his lips but keeping it off his face.
“Yeah… rescue points. They, uh…” His mind kicked into overdrive, scrambling for an excuse. “I overheard some guys talking about a secret gimmick. Apparently, the faculty also awarded points for heroic actions during the exam, not just for destroying robots…”
“Who said that?” Jiro asked, worried.
“Hmm… some random guy in my battle center. But honestly, it sounds like something a hero school would do, so I figured it was true.”
She looked shaken by the information. “Y-yeah, it does make sense… Did I help anyone during the exam? I think I did—How do they even evaluate that? Like, does saving one person equal one point or something?”
Taka shrugged.
“No idea.”
“Come on, man. You can’t just drop info like that and leave me hanging.”
He averted his gaze. “The guy I overheard didn’t seem to know much either.”
“Dammit.” Jiro clicked her tongue. “What if the others in my stage knew and scored more points than me because of it?”
He glanced at her with a faintly guilty look. He’d overspoken, and now she was clearly worried.
After a moment of thought, he spoke again.
“I’m sure not many people knew. You’ll probably be fine. And even if you didn’t get many of those points, everyone else’s Quirks weren’t anything special. You should pass easily just off the robot points.”
“Ugh… hopefully.”
She still didn’t look convinced.
Seeing that, Taka grumbled inwardly.
‘Me and my big mouth.’
Suddenly, his eyes darted upward, an idea forming.
He lifted his head and pointed at the sky. “Huh. Isn’t that Rockinesis up there?”
Jiro’s head snapped up. “Huh?! Where—”
“I was joking,” Taka said flatly.
Her shocked expression instantly twisted into a glare.
Unbothered, Taka slapped her shoulder.
“Come on, lighten up. You have my vote of confidence—and I’m pretty strong, so that should count for something.”
“Again with the confidence,” Jiro scoffed, though a slight smirk tugged at her lips.
Taka smiled in quiet triumph.
However, as they finally reached U.A.’s gates—slowing slightly since they were too narrow for the crowd pouring out—and stepped onto the street beyond, Taka saw something that shook him to his core.
‘No…’ His eyes widened as he froze mid-step, cold sweat running down his back. ‘This can’t be!’
Jiro quickly noticed that he had stopped walking and raised an eyebrow, turning to see what had frozen him like that.
But all she saw was an empty street… save for a car parked not too far away, with a blond man standing beside it and—waving at them?
‘Does he know him?’ Jiro wondered.
Taka, however—
“I think we should take a detour,” he said suddenly.
But before she could even answer—
“Yo, Taka! I came to bring you home!” the blond man shouted.
“I think he’s calling you,” Jiro said.
“He must be talking to someone else. Taka is a common na—”
“Takahashi Fukumoto—which, by the way, is not a common name—I said I came to get you home. Your home. In Shizuoka. In case you think I’m mistaking you for someone else. Now get your ass over here!”
“This fucking guy…” Taka muttered.
And so he did—he started making his way over. Jiro followed along, figuring she might as well say hi to whoever he was.
Soon, they stood in front of the man, who smirked at Taka with smug satisfaction.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my ward, Takahashi Fukumoto, who, for some reason, likes to act as if he doesn’t know me.”
“Enough already.” Taka clicked his tongue.
Seiji snickered, then shifted his gaze to Jiro standing beside him.
“And who is this young lady? Did you make a friend during the entrance exam?”
“Hi, um… I’m Kyoka Jiro. I’ve been friends with Taka for a while now,” she introduced herself awkwardly.
Seiji tilted his head. “Huh? Taka? A friend? That’s impossib—”
—Whack!—
“OW!”
His head snapped forward as something struck him from behind.
When he looked down, a baseball was rolling on the ground.
A group of kids quickly ran over, apologizing profusely and saying the ball had flown over by accident.
“Kids these days sure are careless when they play,” Taka muttered, staring straight into Seiji’s eyes.
The adult’s smile twitched in annoyance.
Still, he didn’t let the matter drop.
“So you’ve been friends for a while, huh? Funny how this little prick never told me,” Seiji said with a smirk, ruffling Taka’s hair aggressively.
That is—until Taka caught his wrist mid-motion and stopped it cold, creating an awkward standoff as Seiji tried to force it and Taka held him in place.
All the while, Seiji kept talking.
“So, you’re probably from Shizuoka too, right?”
Jiro nodded.
“Then you must recognize me. After all, I’m quite the famous her—"
—Whack!—
"ACK! What the hell?!”
Another ball struck Seiji on the head.
Once again, the same kids hurried over, looking flabbergasted as well.
After grabbing their ball, they apologized before running off.
Seiji shot Taka a narrowed glare, then sighed and turned back to Jiro.
“So, how about you come with us?" He tapped the car's roof. "Or are your parents waiting for you?”
Taka very not discreetly shook his head at her.
She smiled wryly at the sight. Even if he hadn’t, she would’ve refused anyway.
“My parents are already waiting for me, so I’ll have to pass.”
“Is that so? Too bad. I wanted to ask you what this rascal is like at school. You see, he acts all broody and serious, but he’s actually—”
—Bam!—
This time, there was no ball.
Taka elbowed him hard.
“You little shit,” Seiji hissed.
“Stop running your mouth,” Taka shot back.
“I see you got cocky just because you beat me once. Just so you know, I wasn’t even trying!”
“Sounds like loser talk.”
While the two traded insults, Jiro snorted in amusement.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. When she checked it, she realized her parents had arrived.
She prepared to leave, giving Taka a small wave.
“Well, Takahashi, see you in a month—hopefully.”
“See you in a month,” Taka replied, still half-wrestling with Seiji.
And with that, she walked away.
Once she was finally gone, guardian and ward separated.
“So why did you come? I would’ve been home in an hour on my own,” Taka said, shooting him a look.
Seiji shrugged, his expression sly.
“Come on, kid. You just took the entrance exam for the best hero school in the country—and probably passed, considering how overpowered you are. Let your guardian spoil you a little.”
Rolling his eyes, Taka smiled faintly.
“Suit yourself.”
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| A week later… |
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Taka sat at his desk, tapping a pencil against his chin as he glared at the sheet lying before him.
Right now, he was planning yet another song to upload to his channel.
Ever since his early retirement from vigilantism, this had become his only source of aura, along with the songs he had already uploaded.
Since then, he had released a few more tracks, all of them taken from his old life. Having already proven himself, he was no longer against recreating them, and since he was busy studying and dealing with other matters, he decided to make the process easier on his clones by having them recompose the songs instead of creating entirely new ones from scratch.
He had already done "Hunting Soul" from the anime DanDaDan, "New Divide"—since he needed to maintain an edge—and "I Despise", which used to be one of his favorites.
All of this, besides giving him a bunch of aura daily, also allowed him to add them back into his playlist again. Two birds with one stone, if he said so himself.
Now, he was busy deciding which song should be next.
But as he searched the deepest corners of his mind, looking for something that would hit nicely—someone knocked on his door.
—Wham!—
Only to be slammed open before he could even say anything. Revealing an excited-looking Seiji behind it.
“Yo, Taka, it’s here!” the older man said as he stepped inside, waving an envelope in front of his face.
“What is it?” Taka asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Your entrance results!”
For a second, Taka looked genuinely surprised—before quickly regaining his composure.
“Is that so? Hand them over.”
Seiji did, and soon Taka placed the small projector sealed inside the envelope onto his desk.
The moment he pressed the button, a projection of Nezu appeared in midair.
{“Hello! Takahashi-kun. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” The principal waved cheerfully at the camera, almost like a child. {“I’m here with your results! Though I’m quite sure you already know what they are, given the huge show you put on during the exam.”}
Seiji shot his ward a sly glance, which Taka completely ignored.
{“You certainly made sure to cement yourself as one of the best participants we’ve ever had. Not only did you rank first, but you also achieved the highest score ever recorded!”}
A panel appeared in the projection, displaying his name above all others. Making Taka's and Seiji's eyes widen like platters for a split second.
[Takahashi Fukumoto: 100 Villain Points | 70 Rescue Points]
{“Be proud, Takahashi-kun. Not only did you achieve an unprecedented result—”} Nezu leaned closer to the camera, covering one side of his mouth as if whispering. {“—you also surpassed the score All Might himself once achieved.”}
Seiji grabbed Taka by the shoulders, shaking him excitedly as he laughed.
Nezu’s projection finally reached its end, showing the principal opening his arms wide in a welcoming gesture.
{“You are hereby invited to join our institution, Takahashi Fukumoto. This is… Your Hero Academia.”}
The projection cut off, leaving the room in silence for a moment.
Then Taka spoke.
“This is nothing less than the expected result.”
Even as he discreetly pumped his fist.
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-To be Continued…-
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(A/N: No more waiting, U.A. is finally here.
I have already planned a few things so that you guys don't have to watch merely a repetition of the show, but with a guy aura farming in the background.
It also wouldn't make sense given the level Taka already has.
Anyway, hope you liked the chapter. Gotta wake up early tomorrow, so until next chapter, I'm going to sleep.)
Comments
University is Dificult
I despise by chaotica I think
sara
tftc love this series keep it coming
Blank
What band is i despise? Im also assuming the other im new divide by linking park?
