Tsuyu Asui was a rather simple girl. Direct.
"Go forth my minions!" A small boy cackled from within a horde of resurrected steel, pointing forward from his seat atop a one-pointer robot. "Destroy any robot that refuses to follow my commands!"
She watched, bewildered, as what looked like a child somehow restored any broken robot he came across and added them to his ever-growing army. Admittedly the weapons on them weren't especially impressive, low-caliber, low-speed bullets that stung but didn't have enough energy to penetrate skin.
But the robots were still ridiculously strong.
Tsu winced in discomfort at the sound of shrieking metal as two of the three-pointers under the boy's command ripped a resisting two-pointer in half. Once it was down, the small horde of salvaged robots surrounded it and the boy hopped down from the one-pointer he'd somehow repainted yellow.
All of them were repainted yellow, the bright color stood out sharply against the gray concrete and the dark green of the other robots the boy hadn't claimed yet. It also made the boy with green hair stand out sharply among his sea of steel.
"Rise!" The boy cried out, his hands high in the air. "Rise and serve me, join me as we take over this city and claim all that should be ours!"
"...I'd give it a six out of ten, ribbit." Tsu said aloud. Perhaps too loudly as quite a few robots turned to face her.
"What do you mean a six out of ten?!" The boy shouted, pushing aside some of his robots to reach her.
Behind him, Tsu could see the robot he'd been acting over glow with golden sparkles and its disparate parts begin to fly to it. Watching as nuts and bolts literally fastened themselves was actually really interesting.
"You have good presentation, ribbit, but you're not dramatic enough." Tsu's wide, thin lips raised in a smile as the boy pouted, just like one of her siblings. "And your voice is way too high, ribbit."
"...It's not my fault." The kid grumbled, crossing his arms and glaring at the ground. "I was either getting de-aged or I wouldn't be alive. I didn't exactly get a choice."
"That's fine, ribbit." Tsu ruffled the little green bean's hair. He really did sound like one of her siblings. "You'll grow into it, ribbit."
As far as Tsuyu could see, there weren't any robots left that weren't part of the kid's army. They'd broken all of them.
And he'd claimed the remains, turned them into a swarm that broke any that they'd missed and then added the shattered husks to his massive group.
That was one scary Quirk. Her own, Frog, gave her a lot of small benefits that added up to a very useful Quirk. It gave her many of the attributes of a, well, frog. A long tongue, great jumping power, amazing night vision and some ability to breathe through her skin.
Not enough to survive without breathing entirely but it let her hold her breath for incredibly long amounts of time and bolstered her stamina immensely so long as she had a decent amount of skin exposed to the air.
There weren't any robots left and the clock was ticking down. Tsu was honestly tempted to start heading back to where they'd entered the mock town. There really wasn't any point in wasting time.
"Tsuyu Asui, ribbit." Tsu offered the boy a shallow bow. "What's your name?"
"Midoriya Izuku." The boy offered her the same, his disgruntled mien giving way to a bright, sunny smile. "...Sorry, I don't think I left you too many points."
"It's fine, ribbit." The girl's wide, blank eyes looked across the robot army behind the boy. "They said to do your best, ribbit, and you did your best."
And his best... Was actually pretty scary.
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"...Shouldn't you be activating the Zero Pointers?" Aizawa Shota had been keeping an eye on the time in between watching brats run and scream and break things.
It was past the point where Nedzu would typically call in the big guns for the sake of clearing out the fields.
"Eraserhead?" The little rat fiddled with his computer for a moment before sending Aizawa the feed from a different screen to the one he'd been watching.
Some kid with an electricity Quirk that left him mentally handicapped after use. That one was going to be a problem.
Opening the link sent to him, Aizawa was met with an odd sight. The boy they'd been commenting on earlier, the one with the machine empathy Quirk... Was sitting atop a Victory unit at the head of a procession of dozens of yellow-painted robots.
Aizawa recognized the kid. He'd watched him from time to time, getting trained by the person Nedzu was fascinated by. He'd watched the boy run away from a vacuum robot with a knife taped to the top.
Except that had been done by Alec. Not the kid. He'd known the kid had some kind of repair Quirk, that was practically the only other thing they ever did in the dump. Repair stuff and load it into a truck.
The vehicle wasn't registered, Aizawa had checked, but the guy drove like an old woman. Its illegal status probably didn't even register with the police given the ludicrous amount of property damage and panicking civilians they typically had to deal with.
"Where did he get the paint?" Snipe, the hero in charge of third year students, asked aloud. His question drew more than a few eyes to the bright yellow robots.
"That's not terribly important, I'm afraid." Nedzu told them, waving one tiny paw at the screen before him. "As you can see, one of the students is capable of subverting our testing equipment. Normally not an issue, I assure you, but his method is different from other applicants who've done the same."
Aizawa could feel a headache forming, the same as it always did when they were testing hero applicants. A lot of energy, endless enthusiasm and Nedzu.
This was his personal Hell.
"...We normally get a hacker every few years." Power Loader tiredly explained for the benefit of All Might, the Number One Hero looking visibly confused. "Not really a problem, we love getting a few more intelligent types going into heroics. Those we can shut down, the robots have secondary kill switches that operate on radio instead of their computer system. Whatever that kid is doing, though?"
The man wearing a modified excavator bucket scoop as a helmet waved his clawed hands to the screens.
"It's bypassing everything." On-screen, Aizawa could see one of the other heroics applicants slam into the yellow horde. Some young man covered in thick, brown hair or fur. The boy fought with wild abandon, easily breaking apart some of the unresisting robots before the lack of conflict caught up with him.
Poor observational skills, Aizawa noted. Though, given that he was intelligent enough to back off and stop when things didn't go as expected was a promising sign.
That was one... Jurota Shishita.
"And we don't want to give a child access to the Executor." Aizawa said, looking away from the potentially budding friendship as the boy with a Beast Quirk began to sheepishly apologize to the child with the unknown machine Quirk. Next to them, a girl with a fairly flat, blank face began to interject.
Aizawa did not regret the lack of microphones. At all. Teens trying to strike up awkward conversations was simply too tedious for him to worry over.
"Exactly so." Nedzu was calming down, Aizawa noticed. Normally the rat would be chugging down as much tea as possible while laughing maniacally. Now, while still certainly malevolent, he was... Slower. Easier to keep an eye on.
Old age, perhaps? Nobody was sure exactly how old the chimera was, nor did anyone know his potential life-span.
Aizawa turned back to the screen, flipping to another view as some kid with a gravity quirk dropped a handful of robots.
He wasn't paid enough to deal with Nedzu's personal life.
That was Recovery Girl's job.
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