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MHA:MPR CH9 - Entrance Exam (3)
🕑 Added 2024-12-28 21:20:51 +0000 UTCShiro and Uraraka sat in their assigned seats in the large auditorium. Present Mic's voice boomed through the speakers, explaining the rules of the entrance exam with his signature energy.
"This is a good refresher," Shiro thought, his arms crossed as he leaned back slightly. 'So there are four types of robots. One-point robots, the easiest to defeat, are worth one point each. Two-point robots are tougher, worth two points. Three-point robots are the hardest and worth three points. And then there's the zero-point robot… he hasn't mentioned that yet.'
He glanced at the screen where the diagrams of the robots were displayed. 'My strategy needs to rely on stamina. If I can take down at least forty to fifty one-point robots, I'll secure a solid score. If I'm efficient, I might throw in a few two-pointers, but I'll avoid the tougher ones unless necessary.'
Beside him, Uraraka turned her head, her expression tinged with disappointment. "It sucks we can't be in the same testing location," she said, her tone wistful.
Shiro sighed, tilting his head toward her. "Yeah…" he replied simply, though his thoughts wandered. 'And I was looking forward to seeing Midoriya blow that zero-point bot away firsthand,' he thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"That's all from me!" Present Mic announced, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "I'll leave my listeners with our school motto. The great hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said: True heroism consists in being superior to the ills of life. PLUS ULTRA! Break a leg, everyone!"
Shiro turned to Uraraka and tapped her shoulder lightly. "Good luck," he said, his tone calm but encouraging.
"Yeah, you too," she replied, her nerves creeping into her voice as she nodded determinedly.
Standing outside the gate of the mock city, Shiro began stretching, loosening up his limbs in preparation for the trial ahead. Around him, students were scattered in small groups, each sporting their own unique style of clothing. Shiro's outfit was simple but functional—a black hoodie, black joggers, and white trainers.
As he stretched, his eyes scanned the faces around him. A few were familiar: Bakugo, with his signature scowl; Kirishima, whose shark-toothed grin stood out even in the crowd; and Monoma, wearing an air of smug confidence.
'Quite the lineup,' Shiro thought, finishing his warm-up and moving closer to the gate. He knew Present Mic's announcement would come suddenly and without warning.
Taking a deep breath, he mapped out his strategy. 'I need to take advantage of every opportunity. Even getting a head start when the gates open is crucial. Some of these students have quirks that make them faster, but among those without speed-enhancing quirks, I'm easily the quickest.'
He glanced at the mock city beyond the gate, his mind racing. 'Unlike the rest, I won't head straight in. It'll get too crowded, and I'll have to compete for robots to destroy. Instead, I'll take alternate routes. If the layout is anything like I remember from the manga, I can use alleys to get to less contested areas. Let's hope the structure matches.'
Present Mic's voice rang out suddenly, cutting through the tense silence. "And begin!" he shouted.
In an instant, Shiro darted forward, his legs propelling him toward the gates. Bakugo matched his speed, rushing ahead with explosive power, but as Shiro had anticipated, Bakugo headed straight into the crowd. Shiro, on the other hand, veered sharply to the left, avoiding the cluster entirely.
'Ten minutes. I need to score at least forty to fifty points!' Shiro thought, his eyes darting from side to side as he weaved through the mock city. The air was filled with the sounds of explosions, metal being torn apart, and students shouting. Despite the chaos, Shiro focused on his surroundings, using his Metavision to navigate efficiently.
As he rounded a corner, he spotted his first target: a lone one-point robot idling near a vending machine prop. The robot's sensors activated as it detected Shiro's presence, and it began wheeling toward him, its mechanical arm raised for an attack.
'The robot's movements are predictable,' Shiro thought, narrowing his eyes as he sprinted toward it. As the robot swung its arm, Shiro ducked beneath the strike and grabbed hold of its joint. Dropping his weight and lowering his center of gravity, he performed a single-arm throw, slamming the robot into the ground with a loud crash.
[+1 Point] the system announced.
The notification flashed briefly in Shiro's vision before disappearing. Without wasting a second, he dashed off in search of his next target. 'Looks like the system is keeping count for me,' he thought, his smirk returning.
Further into the city, Shiro encountered two more robots—a one-point and a two-point. He paused, scanning the area as he calculated his next move. 'If I engage them head-on, I'll be overwhelmed. I need to prioritize taking them down quickly and avoiding damage.'
Spotting a lamp post nearby, Shiro climbed it with practiced agility, positioning himself just out of the robots' view. 'Here goes nothing,' he thought, leaping from the post and drop-kicking the head of the two-point robot.
His feet struck with force, causing the robot to stagger. It began spinning erratically, firing projectiles in random directions. Using the chaos to his advantage, Shiro directed the robot's fire toward the one-point machine, which crumpled under the assault. Finally, Shiro managed to topple the two-point robot, crushing it beneath its own weight.
[+3 Points] the system announced.
Shiro barely had time to catch his breath before a loud crash echoed behind him. Turning, he saw a hulking three-point robot charging toward him, its mechanical arms swinging like wrecking balls.
'This one's going to be tough,' Shiro thought, planting his feet firmly. The robot's heavy movements sent tremors through the ground as it advanced, but Shiro sidestepped its first attack, narrowly avoiding the arm as it smashed into the concrete.
Dust and debris clouded the air, but Shiro remained focused. 'I need a weapon,' he thought, his eyes scanning the ground. Spotting a sharp piece of scrap metal nearby, he darted toward it, scooping it up just as the robot launched a volley of projectiles. Shiro ducked behind the toppled two-point robot, using its remains as cover.
The three-point robot didn't give him time to recover, charging again with surprising intelligence. 'This one's smarter than the others,' Shiro realized, gritting his teeth. 'I'll need to avoid these types going forward.'
As the robot prepared another attack, Shiro slid beneath its legs, his movements quick and precise. Climbing onto its back, he found the wires buried beneath its head and slashed them with the scrap metal. The robot emitted a distorted sound before collapsing.
[+3 Points] the system announced.
Jumping down, Shiro exhaled heavily, his muscles burning. 'That's seven points so far. Not bad, but I need to pick up the pace,' he thought, darting into another alley as a group of students swarmed the area he had just cleared.
By the final minute of the exam, Shiro's score had climbed to forty-three points. Despite his exhaustion, he pushed himself harder, determined to earn at least one more point.
Spotting a one-point robot, Shiro sprinted toward it, dodging its projectiles with ease. Sliding beneath its legs, he grabbed a loose pipe from the ground and swung upward, striking the robot's core. It crumpled instantly.
[+1 Point] the system announced.
As Shiro prepared to continue, the blaring alarm signaling the end of the exam echoed across the city. The robots powered down, and students began to regroup, their expressions ranging from elation to despair.
'Forty-four points,' Shiro thought, placing his hands on his hips. A faint smile crossed his face. 'Not bad.'
[Mission Complete! Reward: 10,000XP!]
The sudden rush of relief caused Shiro's legs to buckle. His vision blurred, and before he could react, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Meanwhile, in the observation room, Principal Nezu watched the screens intently. "That child is incredible…" he murmured.
"Yes, Midoriya is quite—" All Might began, but Aizawa interrupted.
"He's talking about the blue-haired kid, Shiro," Aizawa corrected, his tone flat.
"Ahaha! I see," All Might said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. 'I was focused on Midoriya, but now that I think about it, that boy defeated a one-point robot without a quirk. Truly impressive. He'll make a splendid hero,' All Might thought, smiling.
