Chapter 3: CHAPTER 3
"Seriously, this place looks amazing."
Tsukasa mutters as he stood at the apex of the tallest building, looking down at the faux city with his camera on hand. Taking a few pictures with various filters, he looked at the billboard with a countdown plastered on the screen.
7 more minutes. Huh, he's been taking pictures for over 8 minutes now, oops.
Taking out his Rider Booker, he carefully placed his camera and pictures back in his pocket-dimension before opening it. Thinking hard about his choices, he willed the Weapon Card to the front of the card deck slot, and pulled the card out.
Flipping the card out of instinct, he pushes it into the slot behind the book.
[WeaponRide]
And pressed the button at the side.
[KUUGA - PEGASUS!]
The Rider Booker floated from his hand before shifting in size to become a bow gun with gold and green colours, and a lever on the butt of the gun.
This was the only gun weapon that he can use to reach far distances. The others were locked since the majority of them were from final forms that he can't access. His eyes scanned the area below before he aims the gun towards a robot with the number "1" painted on it.
He pulls the lever, causing the bow of the gun to fold closer to the barrel of the gun, before pulling the trigger, and in an instant the robot's chest disintegrates with a gaping hole before exploding in a pink blast. Perfect, one shot is enough to kill the robots with, time to start blasting.
Any robot with points were shot down with pinpoint accuracy, landing perfectly on the dot as he wasted the robots, racking up points that he kept track of in his head.
"24… 26… 27… Nice, 30…"
He did frown though, as he fired another shot to help one of the kids from getting slammed in the face with a metallic fist. There were people here that were doing really well, but for the rest… It's like they didn't train at all, keeling over in exhaustion, running away from the robots in fear, crying in pain…
Huh. Guess they didn't do any prep at all. Especially that green-haired kid that got blasted with verbal abuse by glasses kid. Dude hasn't even gotten a single point.
"32… 33… 34… 37… OK, this is getting really boring."
Maybe he should go down and get his hands dirty?
A sudden boom shook the ground beneath him, with him quickly balancing himself as he looked at the direction of the explosion. And holy shit, that was a big ass robot. He shamelessly took a picture of it before using the opportunity to blast more robots —
His senses picked up something. He looked over and cursed.
There was a kid trapped under the rubble, the same direction where the giant ass robot was heading to with its tank-like wheels. She was going to be flattened. He thought that surely no sane staff member would just leave a massive hunk of metal without any safety measures, but as the robot got closer and closer, his hopes died out.
Grabbing the Blackrose DecaDriver he was about to hop down from the rooftop when suddenly —
"SMAAAAAAAAAAASH!"
*BOOOOOOOOOM!*
HOLY SHIT! THE GREEN-HAIRED KID JUST DECIMATED THE ROBOT'S HEAD OFF! WHAT THE FUCK?!
Explosions erupted all over the 0-Pointer's body as it fell backwards to the ground, causing a mini-earthquake upon impact. Staring at the kid in the air, he couldn't help but chuckle at the explosive power that he had.
"God damn, I wish I had that on camera!"
And then he starts falling. Uh oh. Never mind, the girl that was under the rubble saved him. Phew, he was about to be tomato paste on the floor! Some kind of gravity-based Quirk.
The sirens blared in the P.A., signalling the end to the exam. He breathed out a sigh, not out of relief but out of boredom instead. That was boring as hell.
Deactivating the WeaponRide transformation, he kept the Rider Booker back into his pocket-dimension before heading to the stairs of the rooftop.
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Walking through the hallways of UA was tiring, not because he had to keep looking at the map for directions to his class, but its tiring because every damn hallway was the same. Seriously, Japan's school architecture was horrible, it's the same ever since Middle School, they were so complex, his mind just couldn't comprehend them.
He hoisted on his backpack's strap before continuing his search for class 1-A. God, he was so going to persuade Nezu for simpler architecture. The rat/dog/bear creature gave him a contact number for some reason after telling him that he got into 1-A via hologram. Ever since then, they've been talking about stuff, like tea and violence.
Mmm, tea. He could use a nice cuppa right now. Violence too. But he was so late, it was almost first period by now.
Oh, thank Jeff, he finally made it. The doors to the classroom were HUGE. Double his size! He was about to open it… When he realized that there wasn't any handles. How the hell…?
"Put your hand on the pad, it will scan your handprint."
Panicking at the sudden voice, he swung his elbow towards the direction… Only to miss.
"Hmm… Fast reflexes."
What the fuck? He looked behind him and down low. There was a yellow sleeping bag with a very tired face staring back at him. He took a few quick steps back, and frowned. He looked really familiar… Oh.
"Eraserhead? You… Are a teacher here. Our homeroom teacher?"
UA hires pro heroes as their teachers, for some role model things. And he was here during the first period, so he was a homeroom teacher. And Eraserhead, he knows about the man because he was an underground hero, something that he was gunning for in the future. He also took some tips from the pro hero's fighting style, since it suited him with the limited amount of videos online.
Eraserhead raised an eyebrow.
"Nezu was right, you are quick. Awareness is not the best though, that is irrational, especially during a villain attack. Now hurry up and open the door."
With a sigh, Tsukasa pressed his hand on the pad next to the door, and a moment later it hisses open. He looked into the classroom and did a quick analysis.
There were… 19 people already inside, with a spot left empty at the far back of the classroom. The windows were facing one of the many sports grounds of UA, 3 stories high. Ugh, all of them were staring at him.
Hoisting his strap slightly, he walked to his place in silence. A few moments later, a familiar yellow caterpillar crawled into the class. While he placed his stationary and bottle into his drawer, Eraserhead spoke out at full length the moment the class quiets down.
"Hmm, it took you lot 8 seconds to quiet down. Life is short, kids., you all are lacking in common sense."
The pro hero carefully places his sleeping bag on the teacher's table before introducing himself.
"I'm Aizawa Shota, your homeroom teacher. Good to meet you."
He put his hand inside the sleeping bag before procuring a sealed packet of gym clothing with the number "1" printed on the plastic.
"Sorry for the urgency, but come up here and take your gym clothing based on seat number. Then, meet me outside the sports ground."
With his piece said, he quickly grabbed out all 20 of the sealed gym clothing before walking out of the classroom with his sleeping bag.
… What number was his seat again?
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