MHA: Mewtwo

Back to Raiden's fight, the boy groaned as he felt the soreness spreading through his back from the recent hit. He turned to locate the source of the strike and saw a fifth red robot approaching him, its mechanical movements calculated and precise.

As he recovered from the blow, Raiden noticed something odd: the robot didn't immediately attack. It stood there, motionless, as if assessing the situation. This made him pause, a look of surprise flickering across his face—or it would have, if his transformed state had eyebrows to lift.

"So they don't attack if the applicant appears to be in an unfavorable condition," he muttered. It made sense. After all, this was a test, and the safety of the students was likely a top priority. Realizing this, a sly grin spread across his face. If his safety wasn't immediately at risk, he could afford to take more risks.

"Let's try this again," Raiden said with renewed determination. He surged forward, his telekinetic energy propelling him into the air above two of the three remaining robots. With both hands outstretched and glowing faintly, he uttered, "Confusion."

A psychic wave rippled through the space, slamming into the two robots below him. The sheer force drove them headfirst into the ground, their heads crumpling under the impact like tin cans. As Raiden descended, he felt the air shift—a punch was coming his way.

This time, he was ready. Using his tail, he struck the ground mid-fall, leveraging the momentum to spin his body and evade the incoming attack. The red robot's fist sailed harmlessly past him.

Without hesitation, Raiden extended his right hand, conjuring a flurry of radiant stars. "Swift!" The stars gleamed brightly as they shot toward the robot's head, striking with pinpoint accuracy. The mechanical cranium detached from its body, clattering to the ground as the robot collapsed into a lifeless heap.

Raiden landed lightly on the floor, brushing off imaginary dust with a smirk. "That's more like it"

With the room now cleared of robots, Raiden made his way to the next one, which also stood empty. He was inside a large hotel, and his mission remained clear: locate the hostages. Quietly, he strolled through the eerily deserted halls, his senses sharp and his mind focused.

As he moved deeper into the building, he encountered lone red and orange robots. Individually, they weren't much of a threat, but together, they posed a significant challenge. Each one demanded at least a single concentrated attack, and with every clash, Raiden felt his energy reserves dwindling.

By the time he cleared three floors, Raiden had taken down ten red robots and four orange ones. He could hear the distant echoes of other students battling on the lower floors and elsewhere in the city simulation, but still, he had yet to find the hostages.

Descending further, Raiden finally entered a massive hall. His eyes widened at the scene before him: three red villains stood in the center, surrounded by at least ten kneeling blue humanoid robots labeled "HOSTAGE" across their chests.

Around the circle, four orange robots stood guard, their heads swiveling mechanically to monitor the area. Patroling further out were seven green robots, marching in a synchronized pattern.

"Damn it," Raiden muttered under his breath, assessing the situation. Charging in blindly and smashing androids left and right would be simple enough, but this wasn't just a combat test—it was a hero test. His primary objective wasn't to destroy the robots but to ensure the hostages' safety. He needed a plan.

Raiden's sharp gaze scanned the room as he tried to formulate a strategy, but every idea seemed flawed. Time was ticking away, and he had less than five minutes left to act. It was becoming clear to him now: This test wasn't designed for a solo effort.

"So that's how it is…" he murmured, realization dawning.

Turning his attention to the surrounding paths, Raiden spotted something—or someone. About fifteen meters away, crouching in the shadows near the staircase, was a trembling boy. It was the same hooded figure Raiden had noticed at the start of the exam, still hiding and clutching the edge of his hoodie like a lifeline.

If he's here, it means he has abilities, Raiden thought. And now, Raiden needed a partner.

He focused his telekinetic energy, picking up a small pebble from the floor. With a slight flick of his hand, he sent it flying gently toward the boy. The pebble tapped the boy's shoulder, and the startled figure flinched, nearly leaping out of his skin.

Raiden immediately raised a hand, signaling for the boy to calm down. Once he had the boy's wary attention, Raiden began gesturing with his hands, trying to communicate that they should team up to take down the robots.

The black-haired boy tilted his head, his expression puzzled beneath the shadow of his hoodie. It was painfully obvious that he didn't understand what Raiden was trying to convey.

"Great," Raiden muttered under his breath, suppressing a groan. Looks like this is going to take more effort than I thought, he didn't understand anything.

I'm sorry for not understanding, Raiden heard a voice echo inside his head. He blinked, momentarily stunned. He tried to respond aloud, but nothing happened. Then, an idea struck him. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the other kid and focused his psychic energy to transmit his thoughts directly.

Can you hear me? Raiden projected, his mental tone steady and clear.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, the boy's hesitant reply echoed in Raiden's mind. Y-yeah, I can. H-how am I hearing you?.

Raiden quickly formulated a response. It's part of my Quirk—it's related to psychic powers. But now isn't the time to explain. We've got people—well, robots—to rescue. Here's what I think: I already have around thirty points, which is probably enough to pass. But this setup? It's too intricate.

They're testing teamwork, and I believe we're supposed to work together to solve this, even if we fail.

The black-haired boy looked at the robots, his eyes scanning the room with a mix of apprehension and disbelief. His gaze flickered between the patrolling green robots, the orange guards, and the red ones commanding the group of hostage-bots.

There are too many of them, the boy finally replied, his voice trembling even in thought. He shook his head side to side, his reluctance evident. I can't… I can't do it. There's no way.

Raiden felt a wave of understanding rather than frustration. The boy's fear was justified; even Raiden knew that in a real-life scenario, this situation could easily feel insurmountable. Still, he couldn't let the boy's doubts paralyze them.

Don't worry, Raiden assured him calmly. I've figured something out. These robots won't attack if they put you in an extremely unfavorable situation. Your life isn't at risk here—it's a safety measure. You can go all out without fear. Trust me bro, we've got this.

The boy hesitated, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty, but Raiden pressed on, his mental voice resolute, making sure the other boy couldn't back off. Here's the plan…

At the same time Raiden and the black-haired boy discussed their strategy, the U.A. teachers observed the situation closely from the monitor room. The atmosphere was a mix of curiosity and anticipation as they analyzed every detail unfolding on the screens.

Nemuri Kayama, better known as Midnight, was the first to speak. Her confident yet inquisitive tone drew the others' attention. Midnight, with her striking appearance and the power to emit a sleep-inducing aroma, leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on the screen.

"Do they know each other?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of skepticism. "According to their application forms, they come from different schools. But the way they're gesturing—there's a familiarity there, like they've at least met before."

The director, Nezu, a small white creature with a sharp intellect far beyond human norms, clasped his paws together and responded thoughtfully. "They're speaking with their minds," he stated, his high-pitched voice clear but calm.

Vlad King, the muscular and imposing teacher responsible for Class 1-B, raised an eyebrow at the statement. "Speaking with their minds? How's that possible? Is it part of their Quirks? That's goes beyond versatility"

Nezu's dark eyes gleamed with intrigue as he squinted at the screen. "Yes, it's most likely tied to young Raiden's Quirk. From what we've seen, his abilities stem from a psychic source. Telekinesis, energy waves, flight—they all appear to be applications of the same underlying power. I believe he's just discovered a new way to use it. Quite fascinating, really."

The teachers exchanged glances, their interest clearly piqued by the director's observation. Turning back to the screen, they watched the scene unfold, eager to see the boys' next move. The tension in the room was palpable as they anticipated how this unexpected teamwork would play out.

However, what happened next wasn't a meticulously crafted strategic plan. The black-haired boy suddenly charged straight at the robots, his arms morphing into large crab claws. Without hesitation, he tore through the green robots in his path, crushing them with ease.

At the same time, the orange robots, noticing their green counterparts being overpowered, redirected their focus toward the black-haired boy. Meanwhile, the red robots encircled the hostages, closing ranks protectively.

Two of the red robots moved in to grab some of the hostages. But before they could touch anyone, Raiden dropped down from the ceiling, landing right in the middle of the group. Acting quickly, he used Confusion, his psychic power, to hurl the two red robots away. Without missing a beat, he directed his energy toward the last remaining red robot, concentrating on its neck. In an instant, the robot's head was sent flying across the room.

Inside the monitor room, the teachers observed with growing interest. Some were mildly impressed, but Aizawa, known as Eraser Head, yawned lazily and then spoke in his usual blunt tone. "They're going to fail. They rushed in, and now at least four villains are going to use the hostages against them."

Just as he predicted, two green robots and two orange ones grabbed a hostage each, holding them up as shields. The situation seemed grim—rescuing the hostages without harm looked impossible. Eraser Head frowned, his disapproval clear as he watched the boys continue fighting, seemingly ignoring the hostages. "They're disregarding the hostages," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. "That goes against the entire purpose of this test."

Before the tension in the room could escalate, Nezu, the ever-mischievous and brilliant director, let out a sudden laugh. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! They've figured it out! They know how the robots are programmed!"

Nezu's words made the other teachers exchange startled glances. Slowly, the situation on the screen started to make more sense. The director turned to Higari Maijima, the Pro Hero known as Power Loader. "Higari-san," he said, his tone full of amusement, "order one of the robots to attack the hostages. Actually, make the two closest to the kids strike—let's test their reactions."

Higari (power loader) stepped forward, pressing a series of buttons on the control board. Immediately, the two orange robots moved to attack the hostages.

But just as the strikes were about to land, Raiden and the black-haired boy acted simultaneously. Each pushed their current opponents away and turned to intercept the attackers in a display of remarkable synchronicity.

The black-haired boy's arm morphed again, this time into octopus tentacles, which wrapped tightly around one orange robot, halting its movement. Raiden, meanwhile, used his telekinesis to suspend the second robot in mid-air, freezing it in place.

The struggle was evident. Both boys trembled under the strain of their efforts. Raiden's telekinesis, though versatile, wasn't strong enough for prolonged combat, and he had to exert every ounce of his strength to keep the robot immobilized. The black-haired boy, too, strained to maintain his hold, his tentacles flexing and tightening as the robot thrashed against him.

The two boys exchanged a quick glance, their focus shifting to the remaining hostages. Raiden's eyes darted toward the last two red robots, which were now charging at them. The realization hit hard—they were in trouble.

"Sorry, pal, I miscalculated," Raiden sent a mental message to the black-haired boy, regret heavy in his tone. "I really thought they wouldn't attack. I thought the programming wouldn't let them if we were in a bad spot... but I was wrong."

Don't worry at least we tried, and... The black-haired boy didn't have time to respond completely. Just as he was about to formulate a reply, their thoughts were interrupted by two sudden, energetic screams that echoed through the air.

"POWEEEEEER!"

"NEJIRE WAVEEEEE!"

The unexpected voices boomed with such enthusiasm and force that both boys instinctively turned toward the source.

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Hello, guys,

Here, I wanted to portray the potential of two students, but also their naivety. They are supposed to be only applicants, so I didn't want to make them pass the test effortlessly, as if it were child's play. The idea was simple: show promising kids who still had to work hard in the test.

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Pleasee leave me a power stone, in the next chapter I belive? I will enter the Ranking.