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My Hero Academia: Aura Farming

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Despacitoleo said:
Cause we're in the mc's perspective outside and internal like nastuki subaru

If we think in anime style mha beiw a badass mysterious came into play overpowering everyone like todorokis introduction
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That's a flimsy point. It's the job of an author to convey those things to their audience. Who cares if the characters in-setting feel awe? I could write a sentence where a guy shits himself and say every character felt awe at this. That doesn't make it amazing to the readers, lmao. That's just disgusting.

And that's my point. There's a disconnect between what the author thinks is 'aura'/cool and what actually is.

I've read aura farming fics where the farming is from the protagonist's POV and have thought "That's fucking awesome."

Not once here.
 
Omniext said:
...ngl I kind of thought that was the point? MC is a dumbass tag is there for a reason. Taka's pretty lame to me, but he would probably be objectively impressive in universe- gotta remember, raw power makes up for a lot of eccentricity.
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The dumbass tag doesn't help much either. You can be a total dumbass and do some pretty cool stuff. I've seen it done before. I just think it might be a pacing/description problem for me.
 
I have binge read this. Now I desire more. Even though this is super cringe it's also the most funny thing I have read in a while.
 
I'm dying.

Taka is a total dork. I wonder if he realizes he has the "I...am Rockinesis!" card up his sleeve for later.
 
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| Two days after yesterday… |

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—Collective sigh—

"Why the heck are you all sighing?" Taka asked flatly, glaring around the room with a deadpan expression.

Scattered across his room, several clones were sprawled wherever space allowed—on the bed, at his desk, and even on the floor. Each of them held a book on a different subject: math, biology, Quirk History, and more.

Their expressions, however, were anything but pleasant.

"Why else? You're making us do the boring stuff."

"Yeah, why the heck do we have to study?"

"We could be doing so much more, yet here we are, forced to do your responsibilities."

The clones raised their fists in collective protest.

Taka's eyebrow twitched. "You're my clones. Why are you all so damn pesky? You're literally me—you should know exactly why this needs to be done."

"Yeah, yeah. You can't afford to fall behind."

"Mr. Aura Farmer almost got his ass handed to him by a math question yesterday."

"Boohoo."

Taka pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging his temple.

"Do I secretly hate myself or something? Why is it that every time I make clones, they immediately start roasting me?"

One of them smirked. "It's just fun to mess with you, man. Since you're the original, we feel entitled to blame you for every cringe thing we've ever done."

"But you're literally me."

"Yeah, but since we're external now, we can finally bully our worst enemy since we were born. Ourselves—as in you."

Taka gave them all a dead-fish stare.

'System, are you sure my clones aren't faulty or something?'

<Clones are an exact copy of you. Whatever it is that being aware of their existence as a clone is doing to them, that's on you.>

"Whatever." Taka shook his head helplessly, waving the system off, before turning to the clones. "I'm heading to school now. Y'all better study properly—or at least go mess with Seiji together. I'm sure that'll be a fun memory for me to receive later."

"Hoho, the original has a point."

"Wouldn't that be funny as heck?"

"He's still sleeping, isn't he? Imagine his reaction if we swarmed his room with all of us."

As his clones began seriously considering swarming downstairs to gang up on Seiji, Taka grabbed his backpack and opened the window.

—Swoosh!—

In the next second, he shot upward into the sky.

As his figure sliced through the open air like a distant blur, unnoticed by most, mistaken for a bird by others, his thoughts drifted toward what awaited him today.

'Third day of U.A… what was supposed to happen today, according to canon?' Taka rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

The first two days had stuck clearly in his memory, given their relevance in aura farming. Not long after them was supposed to happen the USJ incident, which was literally THE aura farming moment.

But what happened in between?

Taka couldn't answer outright. It wasn't memorable enough.

Actually… when was the USJ incident supposed to happen?

Next week?

Tomorrow?

'Troublesome.' He clicked his tongue.

He regretted not having written the plot down somewhere to keep it fresh.

A full year had passed since his old life had merged with this one, and the show's minor details were slowly blurring with time.

Humming irritably, he pressed a finger to his temple and continued flying, searching his memory as best he could—occasionally getting distracted by the scenery below, or by passing birds that shot him confused glances.

A few minutes later, he reached Tokyo, descending swiftly yet silently into a sparsely inhabited area suitable for landing.

Seconds later, as his feet kissed the earth, Taka sighed, realizing he'd completely lost track of whatever he'd been thinking about.

'Well, I guess I'll figure it out as it goes.' He shrugged it off.

Whatever was supposed to happen today clearly hadn't been important enough to stick in his memory.

So, whatever it was, he'd just do what he always did best.

Aura farm.

With that resolve, Taka began speeding toward U.A., sticking to empty alleyways to avoid trouble, or worse, awkward questions from the police about why a student was moving at inhuman speeds.

Eventually, he reached the building.

However, instead of the usual open gate leading inside with a few students passing through, a massive crowd stood clustered beside it, completely blocking the way.

'The press.' Taka recognized them instantly, eyes squinting. He'd had more than enough encounters with them as Rockinesis, never direct, but certainly unpleasant enough.

Though it wasn't like those meetings were needed to recognize them. The cameras, microphones, and scared students being interrogated made it obvious enough.

He huffed quietly, already anticipating the annoying pestering that would inevitably come his way if he tried to walk through them. For a moment, he considered how to avoid drawing their attention altogether.

But then he blinked—a cold realization settling in his heart.

'I don't need to do anything.'

His eyes narrowed at the thought.

His aura—though invisible—flared outward, oozing raw intimidation. The air itself seemed to tighten as his red eyes gleamed faintly, light trailing within them.

'They'll move on their own.'

With that thought, he stepped forward.

—Step

The sound of that single footstep drew the reporters' attention immediately. Like hungry wolves, they all turned toward him, cameras lifting, mouths opening—ready to pounce and unleash a barrage of questions.

But the instant they took a step toward the approaching Taka—

They froze.

All the courage and practiced insensitivity they'd built over years of trampling boundaries as reporters vanished in an instant. Apprehension crept into their bodies as they watched the figure of a seemingly ordinary teenager approach, his expression utterly dismissive.

Some of them stepped back without realizing it, instinctively clearing a path.

Others struggled against their terror, forcing their legs to move, ordering their mouths to speak and to do their job.

But to no avail.

The youth simply walked straight through the stunned crowd, calm and unbothered, his gaze never wavering.

And then, before they knew it, he had already passed the gate. Gone from there completely, leaving only baffled murmurs and shocked curses.

'Heh, easy peasy.'

Having passed through the army of reporters, Taka smirked and calmly made his way toward his classroom, all while keeping a careful eye on the time to ensure he'd still arrive last.

His classmates might have grown used to it, but that didn't mean he had to stop with the theatrics.

So, a minute or so later...

—Slam!

He opened the door and strode inside.

Unlike yesterday, however, this time a few heads turned.

Not because he was especially imposing today, but likely because he'd grown more familiar with his classmates after yesterday's events.

"Yo, Taka!" Kirishima waved enthusiastically from the middle rows.

Sato did the same from the back of the class.

Others reacted more subtly. Jiro glanced at him with mild amusement. Kaminari attempted some strange, awkward arm gesture that didn't quite qualify as a greeting. Mina, Tsuyu, and Sero offered short waves.

Taka acknowledged them all with a single nod as he moved down the front of the classroom toward the last row of seats.

At the front of that row sat Hagakure.

As he passed her seat, he gave a brief nod. Her sleeve fluttered in response for a moment—most likely a wave—before settling again.

A few steps farther in was Bakugo.

Taka walked past him without so much as a glance.

Bakugo, on the other hand, was not so calm, sending a glare that most likely would burn one thousand death threats in paper if it had been heat vision.

Taka, however, didn't even spare him a glance.

Next came Midoriya.

The green-haired boy stiffened as Taka passed, fingers fidgeting against his desk. His eyes flicked up for half a second before snapping back down. Taka's eyes remained on his own desk throughout it all.

Finally, the aura farmer reached his seat, the second to last in the row.

As he sat down, he tilted his head just enough to acknowledge Yaoyorozu behind him.

"Good morning, Takahashi-san," she said with a polite nod.

"Sup." He replied curtly, maintaining his poker face.

With greetings done, he dropped into his seat and let out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes and preparing to wait calmly in mock meditation for the start of the class.

—That was, until he felt a gaze from his side.

"…?" His eyes opened in confusion.

Turning his head, he found Tokoyami shooting him a sideways look.

'The hell?'

Taka was about to ponder if he had done something to offend the bird-headed classmate, but before he could even consider it, Tokoyami gave him a short nod before facing forward again.

And just like that, their first interaction since school started was over.

'What's this guy's deal?' Taka thought flatly, not quite understanding what that exchange had been about.

Still, he returned the nod just in case Tokoyami was watching from his peripheral vision, then stared ahead again.

And thus, with most of the class greeted, Taka went back to his mock meditation, closing his eyes—or that was the plan, until he caught sight of a messy green head of curls blocking most of his view of the front rows.

As his eyes lingered on it, the plans he'd considered yesterday resurfaced.

So, with no aura to farm until class started, he decided to check on them again.

'Right, I said I was gonna make this class stronger than in the show, didn't I?' He thought, eyes going to the side in thought. '... but how the hell do I even start?'

Midoriya wouldn't be much of a problem. Taka already knew the paths through which he improved in the series. All it would take was to drop a hint or two in brief conversations, and the greenhead would figure out the rest himself, speedrunning his progress in the show.

He didn't need to get friendly or anything.

But everyone else…

He hadn't had many interactions with the others, so he couldn't just go up to them and say, "I'm gonna make you strong, and you're gonna like it."

Well, he could. He just wasn't sure that'd end well.

'Maybe I could crush them so thoroughly in a future exercise that they'd inevitably want to learn from me.' He mused, wondering if there were combat exercises like yesterday's that the show had skipped over as filler, and that he could use to give the students some proper motivation.

Unfortunately, he didn't get to pursue that scary line of thought for long.

—Slam!

Because just then, the classroom door opened, and you know who walked in.

"To your seats, now," Aizawa commanded as he stepped into the classroom.

Everyone was already seated, though. So he was only met with silence.

Still, he didn't seem fazed in the slightest, simply walking to the podium and dropping his things onto it before straightening up. Once settled, his tired gaze swept across the class.

"I reviewed all of yesterday's combat exercise footage," he said flatly.

The air immediately grew tense. Several students stiffened, already dreading what their strict homeroom teacher was about to say.

Rumor had spread that Yaoyorozu had confirmed that the current second years had indeed been expelled back in the day by Aizawa.

—meaning the so-called rational deception of the first day hadn't been a deception at all. They had been pretty close to having someone expelled.

Everyone shuddered as Aizawa's gaze swept through the classroom, seemingly searching for someone.

'Was someone about to be expelled?' That was the collective thought.

But then, to their surprise—

Aizawa's eyes stopped on Taka.

"Takahashi, you better start taking this seriously. Consideration is fine, but you're here to become a hero. You'd better start giving your all from now on." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Plus Ultra. Remember that."

A collective sweatdrop followed.

So it was just advice.

Still, as most processed his words, several students glanced at Taka with silent pleas for him not to take that advice to heart.

The last thing they wanted was to face a serious Taka after witnessing what he'd done yesterday without even trying.

Taka, however, only gave a half-hearted nod, his expression unreadable.

That somehow made it worse.

Had he actually listened… or not?

Ignoring the class's unease entirely, Aizawa shifted his gaze to Todoroki.

"Todoroki. Pull yourself together next time. You can't afford to let your emotions control you in combat."

"Yes…" Todoroki replied quietly, his usual stoic expression intact, though something somber lingered beneath it.

Aizawa moved on.

"Bakugo. The same goes for you. You're not a child anymore—stop throwing tantrums."

"Tch."

With that, Aizawa addressed the class as a whole.

"As for the rest of you, you certainly weren't perfect, but you're still learning. Don't get discouraged. You'll have plenty of chances to get the knowledge smashed into your brains."

No one liked the way he phrased that.

But no one dared comment on it either.

Satisfied with their silence, Aizawa glanced down at a paper on the podium, then looked back up with a bored expression.

"Anyway, with that out of the way…" His eyes sharpened slightly. "Let's move on to today's main activity."

The class collectively tensed.

Except for Taka.

So far, it had only been intense activity after intense activity since they got to U.A. They couldn't help but feel nervous about what was to come now.

Fortunately—

"You'll be deciding your Class Representatives." Aizawa declared.

And the instant he did—

"Me me, choose me!"

"I want to be class rep—pick me!"

"Me too!"

"I'll do it!"

"I'll be the leader!"

"LET ME DO IT, ME!"

Pandemonium erupted.

Hands shot up like rockets all around the classroom, voices overlapping into a single wall of noise as enthusiasm ran rampant.

Every single student raised their hand.

Every single student—save for one quiet, black-haired teenager seated by the window.

'…Right. Now I remember,' Taka thought, massaging his forehead as future events clicked back into place. 'The class representative thing, and then the whole press panic mess.'

In the show, it had been Iida's quick thinking during the student stampede—caused by reporters trespassing onto school grounds—that earned him the class's respect. Despite not being the initial favorite, he'd ended up as Class Representative.

And that was it.

Everything else that day had been relatively calm.

Too calm.

Because the press invasion—something that shouldn't have happened given U.A.'s level of security—had been nothing more than a prelude to the USJ incident.

'Which means… Shigaraki is somewhere out there right now.'

Taka's eyes narrowed as he glanced through the window, toward the streets beyond the school grounds.

The source of most of the future chaos was out there. Somewhere.

If he went now and beat the crap out of him, there was a chance he could prevent everything.

Or—

He'd just invite Potato Head to personally knock on his door.

Either way—

'I won't be doing it,' Taka decided, pulling his gaze away from the window.

Why?

Because Shigaraki had a purpose to fulfill. One greater than whatever All For One had planned for him.

A very important purpose.

'To help me aura farm,' Taka thought, a faint smirk tugging at the edge of his poker face.

"THEN IT'S DECIDED! WE WILL CHOOSE THE REPRESENTATIVE VIA VOTING!"

Iida's sudden announcement snapped Taka out of his thoughts.

By the time he looked back, Iida was already at the board, writing names as the rest of the class watched with anticipation.

'Focus, Taka. Focus,' he reminded himself, eyes narrowing slightly. 'Shigaraki's future ass-whoopings are a problem for another day. Today, worry about today.'

And first of all—

Taka's eyes sharpened as his name appeared on the board.

Without his consent.

That raised an important question.

Did he even want to be Class Representative?

Being in a position of authority was auratic, sure.

But Class Rep?

No matter how hard he searched his memories, the role mostly boiled down to organizing things, keeping classmates orderly, and dealing with paperwork. Not exactly prime aura-farming material.

On top of that, with all the studying and training he already had his clones doing, adding more responsibilities meant all of that boredom, exhaustion, and stress would come flooding back into his head once they dispersed.

'Yeah. Hell no.'

Taka snorted quietly, closing his eyes and shaking his head wryly.

Still, it wasn't like he had to worry.

He'd barely talked to most of the class. Even if he was undeniably cool, no one was going to vote for someone they hardly knew. Especially not when everyone was just gonna vote for themselves, save for a few.

With his worries gone, he stared at the multiple names written across the board, jaw shifting while deep in thought.

'Maybe I'll vote for Yaoyorozu, she was elected in the original as vice representative, so one more vote for her won't matter much.'

Minutes later, the votes were tallied.

Iida stared at the results written on the board, his expression sullen.

"Zero votes…"

His name stood alone, completely untouched—not even by his own vote, having given it to someone else.

On the other hand—

[Takahashi Fukumoto: 6]

[Momo Yaoyorozu: 3]

[Izuku Midoriya: 2]

A total defeat.

Taka stared at the board, deadpan.

Slowly—rustily—his head turned as he scanned the classroom.

Immediately, he spotted Sato and Kirishima flashing him enthusiastic thumbs-ups.

His eyebrow twitched.

He continued scanning.

And the first thing that caught his eye was right next to him.

Tokoyami met his gaze for a brief second, gave him a curt nod, then averted his eyes and stared straight ahead, stiff as ever.

'You can't be serious…' Taka felt a curse rise to his lips.

Then his eyes shifted forward.

Toru was waving at him from the front of the row, her sleeve fluttering cheerfully.

He kept looking—but couldn't immediately identify the rest of the bastards who had dared vote for him.

Still, one thing was absolutely certain.

'Congratulations,' Taka thought, eyes narrowing vindictively. 'You just became the first ones I'll be personally training.'

Ahead of him, a certain green-haired boy shuddered for no apparent reason.

And behind him, a certain rich girl felt an inexplicable chill run down her spine.

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(A/N: Sorry for the wait, I'm trying to restart my old rhythm, but the demons of procrastination are taking over my mind more than I'd like.

Also got a forest fire pretty close to my parents' house the other night, fortunately it didn't seem to extend much nor last too long, as a few hours later it was gone for good, although there's always the risk of embers reigniting it, but with the storm that came after, I'd say it's good as dead.

My leg has healed, also.

I guess that means I'm immortal.)
 
Good to see your parents house and leg are good.

Ah he forgot not only is he the main character but he also has aura, that automatically makes him shoe in for these type of popularity roles lol. I wonder if he is just gonna grab everyone to force them to calm down later. Maybe float above them while he calmly tells them to relax. Lol, one day closer to the nomu fight, I cant wait.
Also I feel like this upcoming fight plus the gigantomachia fight might eventually lead to a move dangerous future with either more dangerous villains or more high grade nomus. I really hope we see more drastic changes to the timeline eventually, in response to his strength.
 
AS WE STAND HERE WE SHALL WATCH THE MC CLAP THE NOMU AND TPOSE FOR DOMINANCE
 
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AS WE STAND HERE WE SHALL WATCH THE MC CLAP THE NOMU AND TPOSE FOR DOMINANCE
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Class 1-A and Shigaraki watch in shock and awe (and horror for the latter) as Taka stylishly counters every move the Nomu throws. As Taka's blows overwhelm Nomu's regenerative capabilities, the hulking beast let's out animalistic gasps of pain and exhaustion. Strength leaves the Nomu's legs and it finally begins to collapse and falls forward, but not before everyone hears Taka say this:

"You're slow... even as you fall."
 
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"Then, the class representative will be Takahashi, while the vice representative will be Yaoyorozu," Aizawa announced lazily from inside his sleeping bag.

The two students stood at the front of the classroom, accepting the nomination with outward grace and dignity.

'I'm going to make you all suffer unimaginably,' Taka thought as he glared at the culprits behind his newly acquired responsibility.

Kirishima and Sato cheered enthusiastically from their seats.

The rest of the class seemed content with the result.

As for the others who had voted for him—those he still hadn't identified yet—they could hide for now.

That wouldn't stop him from finding them eventually.

"Let's do our best, Takahashi-san!"

Yaoyorozu's bright, enthusiastic voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

He turned toward her, sweatdropping internally.

'She looks way too excited about the mountain of work waiting for us.'

Deadpanning, he gave her a small nod.

"Sure."

With that, he faced forward again and let out a quiet sigh.

What was done was done. Even if he hadn't wanted this, there was no denying reality.

He was the class representative now.

And he couldn't exactly call himself an aura farmer if he got cold feet at this point.

'Very well. Let's do this shit,' he thought, eyes narrowing as his resolve hardened.

"Here."

Aizawa's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Taka turned—and froze.

A thick stack of papers was being held out to him.

"...This is?" He eyed them as if they carried some kind of contagious disease.

Aizawa smirked faintly.

"Paperwork. Registering your positions, basic information, and—after lunch, during our next period—you and Yaoyorozu will be selecting additional class officers. Make sure to file that too once you're done."

He continued casually.

"Some of those forms also require your classmates parents' signatures. They're related to future training exercises, Quirk usage permissions, and various legal matters."

Taka took the stack without a word, his expression unchanging, and nodded.

Yaoyorozu stepped closer, curiosity written on her face. Taka split the papers and handed part of them to her so she could look them over.

As she did, Taka stared down at his own share and pondered the future.

'Should I just reveal that I can make clones right here and now?'

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After waiting in line and choosing from the many dishes Lunch Rush had prepared—the spiciest—Taka scanned the cafeteria for a place to sit.

Not long after, he found one—or rather, it found him.

Not too far away, Kirishima was waving him over with a friendly grin.

Sighing and shelving his vengeful plans for later, Taka walked toward the table.

Kaminari, Mina, Sato, and Jiro were already seated there.

'So much for a quiet lunch to calm down my stress,' he thought as he sat down.

"Well, if it isn't our new class representative!" Mina exclaimed as Taka joined the group, slamming her palms onto the table inquisitively. "So? How is it? Feeling the power going to your head already?"

'The only thing going to my head is a headache,' Taka groaned internally, but merely nodded without answering.

"You don't look very pleased," Jiro commented, studying him curiously.

"Did you vote for me?" Taka asked, eyes narrowing as they locked onto her.

She stiffened. "N-no. I figured you were going to get elected anyway, so I voted for myself..."

"I did!"

"Me too!"

Sato and Kirishima both raised their thumbs proudly.

"I figured as much," Taka muttered, fingers tapping impatiently against the table.

"Not me—I wanted to be class representative!" Mina stuck out her tongue, then immediately grinned. "Still, I think you're gonna do a great job! You've got that broody, serious vibe. It kinda fits."

"Yeah! I thought so too!" Kirishima added, pumping a fist.

Sato nodded along, arms crossed and eyes closed in agreement. "You helped me improve during the combat exercise, so I figured someone like you wouldn't be bad at the job."

'So these are the consequences of my actions… once again,' Taka thought as he stabbed a bite of food and ate it without enthusiasm.

"I voted for myself too," Kaminari admitted shamelessly before flashing Taka a thumbs-up. "But honestly? I think you'll do great, man!"

"You all really think so?" Taka asked, his gaze sweeping around the table.

They nodded in unison.

Taka smiled gently.

—Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled out a thick stack of papers and began distributing them.

"Alright. Fill these out with your personal information, sign a few of these forms, read the rest carefully, and I want everything completed and returned by the end of the day," he said calmly. "If not, I'll be informing Aizawa-sensei of your impunctuality and making sure you're properly reprimanded."

"…"

The table fell silent as everyone stared at him.

"What? You don't like it?" Taka asked flatly, shooting them a sharp glare. "You're the ones who chose me. So why are you looking at me like that?"

Immediately, everyone averted their eyes.

"Why does it feel like he's angry?" Kaminari whispered to Jiro.

"Why should I know?" she shot back.

"D-did we do something wrong?" Kirishima added nervously.

"Maybe it was the broody and serious comment?" Mina asked, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead.

Taka simply watched them with narrowed eyes while going back to eat.

'You wanted me to be class rep? Fine. I'll be the most class-rep class rep to ever class-rep. Even Iida will fear my name.'

As Taka steeled his resolve, Sato tucked the papers into his bag with a firm nod. He then stared at his half-eaten food, brows knit in thought.

"Hey, Takahashi…" he finally spoke, cutting through the lingering tension as he looked up with a serious expression. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"What is it?" Taka lifted his gaze from his meal, raising an eyebrow.

"I know it's kind of weird, asking this from someone I've only known for a few days, but…"

A brief silence followed.

Then Sato straightened, eyes burning with determination. "Could you help me train?"

The table went dead silent again.

Everyone's eyes darted between Sato and Taka in disbelief.

Until—

"Sure," Taka replied calmly, not a hint of surprise on his face.

"What is this sudden development?!" Mina yelled, standing up and slamming her hands onto the table.

Kirishima turned to Sato, completely baffled. "Dude, are you serious? Why so suddenly? I mean, yeah, you said he helped you during the combat exercise—but so much you're even asking for training now?"

Sato shook his head, fists clenching tightly. "You don't get it. When we fought… I felt it. Takahashi, his fighting skills are incredible, even without using his Quirk!"

His gaze locked onto Taka.

"It might not have looked like much to you guys watching from the monitoring room, but I felt it firsthand. After that fight, it was like I'd taken a step forward in my combat ability." He took a breath. "And seeing how serious Aizawa-sensei is—how he's even willing to expel us if we don't meet his standards—I want to be ready for anything. Takahashi's the only one I know who can help me with that."

"For real…?" Kaminari muttered, stunned by how intense things had suddenly become.

Silence fell once again as everyone processed Sato's words.

At least, until—

"Then… could I join too?" Kirishima chimed in, the fire of manliness lighting up in his eyes. "I don't really get it, but if you trust Taka that much, then I wanna see what the fuzz is all about!"

"Eh? What's this?" Mina perked up, excitement rising. "It suddenly turned into some kind of training session. Can I join too? It sounds fun!"

Taka nodded simply, not looking particularly bothered by the extra people joining in.

"What's with these guys…?" Kaminari muttered, no longer sounding nearly as enthusiastic.

Jiro shared his confusion, glancing between the suddenly energized group with an odd expression. It was only their third day of school.

Granted, it was the hero course—but still. Weren't they being a bit too intense already?

To their dismay, Mina suddenly turned toward them with a bright, inviting smile.

"What about you two? Wanna join us?"

Both of them visibly hesitated.

On one hand, they didn't share the excitement buzzing around the table.

On the other hand, outright refusing for no real reason felt awkward.

So, after a moment, Jiro sighed. "Maybe… just to watch for a bit. I'm not good with physical training like that."

"Eh?" Kaminari turned to her, baffled.

But finding no solid reason to back out either, he sighed as well, scratching the back of his head helplessly.

"Then... I guess I'll go too."

And just like that, an after-school training session had been decided out of thin air.

As for Taka—

His internal smirk stretched as wide as it could possibly go.

'Didn't even have to suggest it myself. Does the universe love me or something?'

His plans were already moving forward before he'd even taken the first real step. How could he not be pleased?

Now all that remained was figuring out how to help this bunch step up their game—and he'd be set.

However, while Taka calmly mapped things out in his head, Mina turned toward him.

"So, class representative—where should we meet?"

That snapped Taka out of his thoughts, realizing he hadn't actually planned that far ahead.

Fortunately, someone else had.

"We could use the same gym where we did some of the Quirk assessment tests on the first day," Sato suggested. "We'd need permission first, though."

Taka nodded, unfazed. Sato had very obviously voiced exactly what he had been thinking.

"I see… Well then, we'll leave that to you, class representative!" Mina said cheerfully, passing the responsibility off without hesitation.

Taka opened his mouth to respond, but before he could—

RIIIIIING!—

A piercing alarm echoed throughout the cafeteria, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

{"Attention. A Level Three security breach has been detected. All students, please evacuate outdoors immediately."}

"Eh?! What's going on?!" Kirishima jumped to his feet, panic flashing across his face.

The others followed suit, standing up and glancing around at the increasingly restless crowd.

Only Taka remained seated, calmly finishing his meal, his eyes quietly scanning the rising chaos with complete composure.

Jiro snapped her head toward him.

"Oi, Takahashi, what the hell are you doing? We've gotta—"

Before she could finish, Taka raised a hand to calm her down and stood.

His expression was so utterly calm, so unshaken, that the panic welling up inside her faltered.

And as the others turned to look at him, that same strange calm spread to them as well.

Their racing hearts began to slow.

Regardless of what the alarm actually meant, with Takahashi here, none of them felt like it could truly be that bad.

Such was the presence of the genuinely strong.

As the group gradually calmed, Taka lightly tapped his tray once, then looked at them evenly. "Make sure no one steals my food. I'll go deal with that."

His tone left no room for argument.

Turning away, he walked calmly toward the cafeteria exit, where clusters of panicked students were already beginning to pile up.

Within moments, chaos had already bloomed.

Students pushed against one another, voices rising in distress as bodies were squeezed together, all of them trying to force their way into the hallways leading outside.

Taka stopped just behind the writhing mass and snorted softly at the sight.

'Wouldn't want anyone to be trampled to death, so—let's do this quick.'

Not willing to let this drag on any longer, his aura expanded.

Invisible—but absolute—it washed over the crowd in a single, overwhelming wave.

Then, he took a step forward and called out.

—Step.

"Hey."

The effect was immediate.

Just like with the press earlier that day, dread rippled through the crowd the instant he spoke.

An instinctive certainty spread among them: if they didn't turn around and acknowledge the speaker, they would be making an unforgivable mistake.

So they did.

The pushing stopped. The noise died down. Every single student turned.

Confusion flickered through their faces when all they found was a teenager standing there—hands in his pockets, posture relaxed, expression cool and detached.

Some of them were upperclassmen. Third-years, even.

And yet—

No one questioned him.

No one scoffed, no one spoke, and no one dared to disregard him.

The moment their eyes settled on him, there was no doubt he had been the one who spoke, his presence repressing any kind of diminishing thought from their minds.

So, they waited for him to speak. Like kids before a greater authority.

"..." Seeing he had gathered their attention, Taka slowly removed one hand from his pocket and casually hooked his thumb to his side, pointing toward the hallway windows next to them.

Only then did he speak again.

"It's the press," he said flatly. "Behave yourselves."

Heads turned as one.

And there, just beyond the glass, the distant mass of reporters finally came into view.

The panic that had been brewing vanished almost instantly.

Relief spread through the crowd as understanding set in, and their gazes naturally returned to the teenager who had resolved everything so effortlessly.

Only—

He was already gone.

Just as mysteriously and imposingly as he had appeared, he was gone. Like a ghost.

Of course, in reality, he was just back at the table, calmly taking his seat and resuming his meal as if nothing had happened.

He ignored the stunned stares burning into him from his classmates around him, focused solely on finishing his food.

It wasn't until he set his utensils down that he finally looked up.

Seeing the disbelief plastered across their faces, he cleaned himself and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What?"

...

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-To Be Continued...-

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(A/N: The plans are developing, and, of course, Taka Aura Farms once more using his future knowledge.

I'm not gonna put how much aura he gains every time, since it's a bit annoying. But since the number of people was kinda big this time, let's say he earned some good 400 aura in one go.

Pretty good for a day where not much happens.

Of course, the day ain't finished yet. There's still the training session to attend. But I'm gonna make it just one chapter long to not stay on it too much.

Anyway, see you guys next chapter.)
 
Sasuga Class Rep-san already showing you chops as a leader lmao. Even willing to train others! Truely a shining example

Meanwhile Ida after seeing him casually take control and calm everyone down:
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