My Hero Academia: Aura Farming

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[Tests]
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'This… is the first place of the entrance exam?' Midoriya's eyes trembled in disbelief.

A month ago, after finishing the entrance exam, he'd heard people talking about someone destroying a Zero Pointer. At the time, he'd assumed they were talking about him, even though some of the people who were speaking about it weren't from his battle center.

But now he understood.

They had meant that boy. He, too, had accomplished the same thing.

No—with that level of power and technique, it probably was much different from how he had done it.

With the power he'd displayed today, destroying a robot like that wouldn't have been any harder than blowing away dust.

He, on the other hand, had to break an arm to accomplish the same result.

And what shook Midoriya the most wasn't just the strength on display—it was the fact that someone like this would be his classmate for the next three years.

'Is this the level of U.A.?' he wondered, glancing down at the fist that he once destroyed in doing what the youth in front of him could have done without breaking a sweat.

For a brief moment, doubt crept in. Had his ten months of training really been enough?

He shook his head sharply, forcing the pessimistic thoughts away.

'No… even Kacchan can't do something like that. That person, whatever his quirk is, is simply on a whole different level.' A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead.

While Midoriya's thoughts spiraled, the field itself had fallen into a deafening silence after the loud display of power. Everyone stood frozen, too stunned to say a word after realizing not all Quirks were made equal.

This shit had levels.

Fortunately, a voice cut through their collective daze.

"Is that enough, sensei?" Taka asked calmly.

His tone was neutral, serious—but there was a faint trace of challenge beneath it.

Aizawa's smirk faded.

"…Yeah. Now go back to your place."

Snorting softly, Taka turned and walked back toward the group.

As he returned to his spot, he could feel countless eyes on him—stares filled with awe, shock, and unease. He ignored them all.

Cool people didn't acknowledge admiration.

"So, did you all understand what we're doing today?" Aizawa said sharply, snapping everyone back to attention. "Judging by your faces, you were daydreaming instead of listening. You'll be performing the standard physical fitness tests—this time while using your Quirks."

Instantly, chatter broke out across the field, excitement replacing the earlier shock.

"For real?"

"We get to use our Quirks right away?!"

"That's U.A. for you!"

"This sounds fun!"

Unfortunately, that last comment—spoken by a certain pink-haired student—seemed to flip a switch on Aizawa.

"Looks fun, huh?" Aizawa said, his voice flat, eyes locking onto her as if daring her to repeat herself.

She shrank back right away, and along with her, the excitement died instantly.

Smiles vanished, nervous expressions replacing them before their teacher's change in humor.

"You have three years to become a proper hero. Will you really keep that kind of mindset the whole time?" he asked, his eyes sweeping over everyone who had dared show even a sliver of excitement earlier.

The class didn't answer; no one dared risk stepping on another landmine.

Unfortunately, silence itself was a landmine.

"Alright… let's do it like this, then." A smirk crept onto Aizawa's apathetic face. "Whoever ends up in last place after all the tests are done will be judged as having no potential… and expelled."

""H-huh?!"" the entire class gasped in horror.

Taka, of course, remained as stoic as possible.

Uraraka was the first to protest. "Last place will be expelled?! But—it's just the first day of school! And even if it wasn't, it's still unfair!"

Aizawa didn't bat an eye. Instead, his tone gained even more conviction. "Natural disasters. Large-scale accidents. Dangerous villains without scruples. Calamities whose time or place can't be predicted—Japan is full of such unfairness. Heroes are the ones who defy that unfairness and make things right. During your three years at this school, U.A. will throw hardship after hardship at you to make you capable of doing exactly that. If you were expecting a place where you could make friends and go to karaoke after class, then I'm sorry to disappoint you. Go Beyond, Plus Ultra. There's a reason that's our school's motto. Here… you'll all overcome your limits, or fail trying."

That was enough to cement reality for everyone.

Iida took out a bottle of water and hydrated himself, mentally praising U.A. for its difficulty and preparing for the hardships ahead, just as Aizawa had said.

Bakugo spun his arm around, scowling with determination to reclaim the place that belonged to him.

Midoriya was having a mental breakdown, agonizing over how to survive this with his lack of control over his new Quirk.

Todoroki—he remained stoic throughout everything.

And Taka… he glared at Todoroki and deadpanned.

'What a copycat.'

Thinking so, he cracked his neck left and right, his eyes sharpening. 'How's this? Too badass for you, emo boy?'

Todoroki spared him a brief glance before looking away.

'Heh. That's right—run away,' Taka smirked.

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| Minutes later… |

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The first test was the 50-meter dash, held with two students at a time, paired according to seat numbers. Their speed was recorded by a special automaton standing beside the track.

Taka, very aurafarmingly, was in the last batch of seats, paired with Yaoyorozu—the actual last seat.

So, he was able to let everyone else have their chance to shine before his own turn finally arrived. As some could say, save the best for last.

As he and Yaoyorozu stood at the starting line, his eyes naturally drifted toward her, wondering how she was doing.

Yaoyorozu, standing beside him, swallowed nervously. In an instant, she materialized a pair of rocket skates and put them on.

'Does that even count as using her Quirk?' He sweatdropped, briefly glancing at Aizawa, then deadpanned when he saw him not reacting at all. 'I guess it does.'

{On your mark…}

As he pondered what truly counted as "using" one's Quirk, the automaton began the countdown.

{Get set…}

Refocusing on the task at hand, Taka's body lifted, floating just a centimeter above the ground.

Then—

{GO!}

His figure blurred.

{0.7 seconds}

By the time anyone realized what had happened, he was already standing at the finish line, his feet gently touching the ground again.

—Fwoosh!—

—A moment later, the force behind his movement exploded outward, faster than even the air itself.

A curtain of dust erupted all the way from the starting line, blasting in every direction. Those watching from several meters away were hit by the shockwave, forced to cover themselves.

For a moment, Aizawa's eyes narrowed while he, too, guarded himself against the force, wondering if that had interfered with Yaoyorozu's run.

But when his vision cleared, he saw that the massive shockwave hadn't affected her at all. Somehow, something shielded her against it.

'He accounted for that?' he thought, glaring at Taka, who stood calmly at the finish line with an impassive expression.

Seconds later, Yaoyorozu reached the goal.

{3.31 seconds} The automaton announced.

After slowing down, she removed her skates and heaved a sigh, whether glad it had ended, or because she was satisfied with her result, only known to her. Then she walked toward Taka, who spared her a brief glance as she approached.

"You shielded me from the shockwave, didn't you? Thank you very much," she said, performing a deep bow.

He blinked faintly at the sudden gratitude.

"It was my speed that caused it in the first place. Don't mention it." Taka closed his eyes enigmatically.

Though his thoughts were anything but enigmatic. 'How's that—powerful and responsible. Aren't you all feeling awed?'

He opened one eye slightly to glance at the spectating crowd.

Their expressions hadn't changed at all.

Then it dawned on him—they hadn't heard him at all.

'Forgot to talk loud enough.' He sighed inwardly.

<[+5 aura]>

'Hmm?'

Fortunately, it seemed his coolness hadn't been lost completely.

Turning to Yaoyorozu, it appeared she had appreciated it, judging by the newfound respect in her gaze.

With them finished, the test came to an end.

The second test was grip strength. They all moved to the nearby school gym, where grip-strength measuring devices were kept in stock.

The highest score belonged to Shoji, whose Quirk—allowing him to produce several limbs at will—pushed his strength to an impressive 540 kilograms.

The grip was immaculate indeed.

Many boys gathered around him in shock.

At least—until Taka stepped up as well.

—Crack!—

The device snapped apart under the speed and sheer force of his grip, instantly drawing every eye to him.

'Whoops.' Taka smirked unapologetically inwardly.

Aizawa could only sigh helplessly.

After that, the third test was the Standing Long Jump.

Aura farming was a bit harder here, since the task was simply jumping forward beyond the sand. A rather plain and simple task.

—That's what a loser, non–aura farmer would say.

—Bang!—

A burst of force exploded from Taka's feet as he leapt, sending him soaring skyward for a brief moment. He even performed a flip midair, hands tucked casually into his pockets for extra style.

An instant later, he plummeted.

—BAM!—

His feet slammed into the ground, shattering it on impact and embedding slightly into the earth.

But despite buckling a little from the landing, he soon stood up tall again, expression unchanged.

His hands… still in his pockets.

Jiro stood not too far, having done the test herself already.

'That guy's doing too much.' She deadpanned.

Even if deep inside, she thought that had been pretty cool.

Then came the fourth test. Repeated side steps.

This time, Taka decided to copy the style of a fellow aura farmer. A certain caped baldy.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

Dust erupted, and air exploded as his figure multiplied into afterimages that moved from side to side, his eyes seeming to shine for a moment as a red stela traced his rapid horizontal movements.

And through it all, his figure remained unchanged. Despite the blurring speed, he stood relaxed with both hands in his pockets. His feet did all the heavy lifting, propelling him from side to side while the rest of his body was left to aura farm.

Soon enough, the test came to an end. Half the class stared at him in disbelief, while the other half looked worried for their own sake.

Then, at last... came the next test.

The ball-throwing test—the moment that would decide Midoriya's fate.

In the original show, the greenhead had pulled a plan out of his ass that earned just enough of Aizawa's respect to cancel his expulsion plans.

But this wasn't the show.

Nothing guaranteed he'd be that clever this time around. Perhaps the butterfly effect had already taken hold, and Taka simply hadn't noticed yet.

Maybe because of his own grand and mighty presence, the pressure on Midoriya would be higher than in the original, and the kid would either rise through it with that protagonist's determination of his—or screw up and go home as a bum after all the work it took to get into U.A. in the first place.

'I'll be watching, just in case,' Taka thought, ready to intervene if necessary.

A lesser person might have seen this as the perfect opportunity to eliminate an aura-farming rival… But a true master of the craft doesn't fear the light of others. He lets them shine as brightly as they can, as only when others are able to see how brightly others can shine, can they truly appreciate the brightest light of all.

<That was supposed to be my line.> The system chimed in.

'It was a bit obvious, and you were too slow to say it,' Taka scoffed.

<...>

Leaving the System to sulk, Taka glanced back at Midoriya, whose turn was drawing near.

'Come on, Midoriya. Clutch up.'

Feeling a gaze, Midoriya turned around.

But by then, Taka had already crossed his arms and closed his eyes enigmatically.

Midoriya sighed and returned to dreading the immediate future.

Finally, his turn came.

The greenhead stepped into the throwing circle, a bead of sweat rolling down his face as his mind raced at a thousand miles per hour, hand tightly gripping the ball in his grasp.

To use his Quirk or not? That was the question.

So far, he'd attempted every test without it, and the results were grim. His training with All Might may have improved his physique compared to last year, but his classmates weren't slacking during it either. They, too, possessed good physiques that allowed them to get fairly good results from sheer physical ability only.

But unlike him, his peers had quirks that allowed them to shine in specific tests, elevating their scores—and leaving him hovering at the bottom of the scoreboard.

At this rate, expulsion was inevitable.

Midoriya gripped the ball, frustration boiling over. Breaking his limbs was agonizing, but if the alternative was being kicked out on the first day, he had no choice.

'I'll do it,' he resolved. 'I won't let it end like this!'

With renewed determination, Midoriya wound up his arm. Faint arcs of electricity began to dance around him, his veins glowing with stored power. He stepped forward, a massive surge of energy funnelling from his core directly into the ball.

'I'll become a hero!'

And so, he threw.

-Thud-

A second later, the ball hit the dirt just some meters away, raising a bit of dust in its landing, but not much more than that.

In an instant, Midoriya's face went pale.

"H-how? I'm sure I—"

"I erased your Quirk." Aizawa's voice cut through the air with solemnity. "Honestly, to allow a kid like you here… that entrance exam was truly irrational."

'Here it is.' Taka narrowed his eyes.

Just as in the show, Aizawa proceeded to give Midoriya the pep talk, making him realize that by maiming himself, he would become more of a hindrance than a help to other heroes in real disasters.

With that done, and having left Midoriya to his thoughts, Aizawa returned to his spot. Now, however, low expectations were plastered all over his deadpan expression.

"You have two more tries for the ball throw. After that, we are moving on to the last person, and then to the next test," he declared, leaving the poor green-haired boy to get lost in his own swirling thoughts.

Taka's hand twitched, ready to boost the ball's speed if necessary.

For a moment, the field fell into a heavy silence. The entire class watched in a mix of pity and tension while Midoriya let his mind race. Soon after, it seemed he had reached a conclusion.

Just like before, he took his stance, his arm winding up for the throw.

Everyone caught their breath. Some were already mentally marking Midoriya as the one to be expelled—namely, a certain explosive blond.

And then, Midoriya's body snapped into motion.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed, wondering which path the boy would take. All in, or nothing at all. With the lack of control he had over his power, he could only choose one. And to Aizawa, whichever he chose mattered little.

As he was now, Midoriya had no talent for being a hero. Today, he would get rid of the kid before he harmed himself permanently. Being a hero wasn't a playground, after all.

Or at least—that's what he thought.

"...!"

Suddenly, Aizawa's eyes snapped open in surprise as his trained gaze caught a minute detail. While mid-motion, Midoriya had indeed activated his Quirk.

For a moment, he scoffed, thinking of it as the last try of a cornered rat.

But then, he truly realized what was different.

Unlike earlier, this time all that energy and power was entirely focused on the very tip of his finger.

—BOOOOM!—

The next instant, the air exploded as the ball shot violently into the sky. Midoriya's body sagged forward from the sheer recoil of the blast.

But then, he caught himself. He pulled his injured hand into a tight fist and looked up at his teacher. Despite the tears in his eyes, he wore a defiant, bright smile.

"I can still move… sensei!"

Aizawa's face, baffled until that moment, shifted. A wide, excited grin spread across his features.

In the meantime, Taka snorted, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

'Heh. Not bad, kid.'

His aura, which had flared invisibly around Midoriya to intervene if things went south, receded. It flowed back to its rightful owner, settling once more.

'This would have been boring, otherwise.'

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-To be Continued…-

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(A/N: Another chapter right away, so you guys are not left abandoned while I focus on my exams.

And so, the tests are over. At least the important ones. Did this chapter feel a bit like filler? I felt like I spent a lot of time on an event that wasn't that important.

Then again, aura farming must be done properly, so taking this long is probably to be expected.)

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After Midoriya's aura farming moment, and a small altercation with Bakugo going bonkers at Midoriya for having a Quirk, the class continued with the rest of the tests like normal. Sit-ups, Seated Toe-touch, Long Distance Run, all of them relatively simple exercises, and still something Taka made use of to aura farm somehow.

During most tests, Yaoyorozu stood at the lead, with the crazy inventions she produced with her Quirk often surpassing what any of the others could reach with their own Quirk.

—of course, that was without counting Taka.

The teenager kept crushing every test with overwhelming power, placing himself at the top in each one, save for the baseball throw, where Uraraka managed to score infinity with her Quirk by erasing the ball's gravity.

During it all, sadly, Midoriya's performance dropped a tad more thanks to the wretched pain coming from his broken finger. It made it so that, even after clutching up at the baseball throw, he still went back to the bottom of the rankings in no time.

And so, just like that, thirty minutes and several other tests later, the Quirk Assessment Test came to an end.

Once they were done, the whole class reunited outside the gym, watching as Aizawa pulled a remote from his pocket and projected everyone's results.

Instantly, all eyes were drawn to the projected board of results, most of the students being nervous or worried about what they were about to see. Midoriya, in particular.

After all, while they had a faint understanding of how they had done, nothing said the teacher wouldn't evaluate them in a completely unexpected way, and end up with them in the dreaded last place.

At least—until Aizawa himself explained that the scores were simply the results from the tests added together.

That was enough to set Midoriya in a spiral of worry. He, after all, was the one the most aware of how much he had sucked.

And, to his dismay, as soon as the results were revealed, what he had feared became true.

There, at the bottom of the list, was his name—ranked last in the class.

On the other hand—

'Well, I was gonna crash out if I hadn't been there,' Taka thought with a snort as he saw his name at the top, followed by Yaoyorozu and then Todoroki.

As expected, he had dominated.

'I guess that concludes the aura farming for the day.' He sighed, tension faintly leaving his shoulders.

As for Midoriya being at the very bottom, he didn't bat an eye. After all—

"By the way," Aizawa spoke up nonchalantly as he turned off the projection, "...I was lying about the whole expulsion thing."

Instantly, most of the class's faces twisted into bafflement.

""What?!""

Aizawa seemed to smirk at their suffering, looking at them with a mocking gaze. "It was a rational deception to force you to push your limits."

Instantly, those at the lower ranks became exasperated—namely Midoriya, for thinking this had been the end, and Iida, because he had trusted the teacher with all his heart.

"Of course it was a lie!" Yaoyorozu chimed in upon seeing their upset reactions, sweatdropping faintly. "It would have been obvious if you had just thought it through."

Those who had been worried earlier sweatdropped as well, mentally slapping themselves for falling for it… at least, until a voice cut through.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Taka said ominously out of the sudden, drawing most eyes to him.

"What?" Yaoyorozu turned to him, baffled.

Sadly, she didn't get an answer, as Taka simply closed his eyes enigmatically.

And before she could press for answers—

"With that, we're done here. There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom. So when you get back, give them a look." Aizawa said, turning around to leave. Albeit, just before doing so, he passed a doctor's note to the injured greenhead. "Midoriya, have the old lady fix you in the nurse's office—hmm? Weren't you injured?"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he glanced at Midoriya's previously broken finger—now completely healed.

And it seemed he wasn't the only one to just realize it.

"E-eh?! When did it—huh?!" Midoriya stared at his finger in bafflement, now without any trace of ever having been broken.

While the teacher and Midoriya's new friends tried to comprehend what had just happened, Taka snorted and turned to walk away, heading toward the changing rooms.

'Didn't even cost me 300 aura to fix it,' he smirked inwardly, glancing at the skill that had been the hardest to unlock of them all.

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[Aura Projection - There There Mode] (Active)

Description: To destroy is easy, and a basic skill of any aura farmer. But is the aura farmer truly one if he can't walk the most difficult path as well?

Because harder than destruction is the path of creation and protection.

Suffering is part of the cold universe they inhabit, but with his light, the aura farmer can dampen the cold and bring protection to those around him.

For the aura farmer is more than a cool weapon. He is also a cool protector.

▸ Allows the user to regenerate their own or others' wounds by expending aura.

▸ Expenditure is based on how much of the body currently requires treatment. Bigger parts require bigger chunks of aura.

▸ Certain parts of the body require more aura to heal. Vital organs are the most expensive.

▸ Due to the type of transformation aura undergoes, aura recovers at half the usual speed compared to other modes.

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'Very good indeed.' Taka nodded, satisfied.

It was indeed a glorious skill—albeit crazily expensive. But he supposed that was appropriate; otherwise, it would be far too easy to abuse.

Even though Midoriya's finger had only cost him around 300 aura to fix, a finger was a very small part of the body.

Healing larger areas could easily reach the thousands in cost, maybe even surpassing the tens of thousands.

Not to mention vital organs… He didn't even dare think about how much those would cost to heal.

He hadn't yet had the chance to test more serious healing, but as things stood now—with his aura pool hovering around forty thousand—he still didn't feel capable of performing a truly powerful heal if someone ever needed it.

Still, for now, it was enough. And when the time came that large-scale healing became necessary, he'd probably have a much larger aura pool anyway.

As for why he had decided to heal Midoriya's finger when there had been no real need to, especially with Recovery Girl around…

It was all for the sake of aura farming.

When the day he'd have to reveal his healing abilities finally came, the impact would be far greater. Everyone would connect all those moments of inexplicable recovery and trace them back to him at the moment of truth.

But why was he so blatantly risking exposure, you ask? The answer was simple.

Hiding his skills had never been the goal—only a means to an end. Or rather, a means to aura farm later in the story.

In truth, he never planned on staying hidden forever.

After all, the more the show progressed, the stronger his opponents would become, and hence the more abilities he'd inevitably be forced to reveal to stay up to the level.

And knowing that day would come eventually—and seeing no point in wasting all that aura by playing it low-key forever—why not prepare for the future? Why not plant all these seeds, so the moment he had to show his true abilities, he could aura farm as hard as he could with them?

Besides, his vigilante charges weren't that much of a deal—at least not in the long term.

When the day came that his identity as Rockinesis was revealed, and he had to face the heavyweights of this world… and probably save it in the process, what were the chances they wouldn't forgive him for his vigilante days after all that?

'And even if they don't, living as a wanted guy running from the law is also pretty auratic.' He thought. 'The strongest criminal in the world. That sounds tuff as hell.'

Grinning now that his back was facing everyone and they couldn't see his face, Taka awaited patiently for the future.

Whatever was to come his way in the future, he would be thoroughly prepared… to aura farm the heck out of it.

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Having changed back into their regular uniforms, and after stopping by their classroom to pick up the handouts Aizawa had mentioned, the students gradually began leaving the school premises.

Taka walked alongside Jiro, the two already heading toward the gates, followed by dozens of students around them.

As they walked, she sighed tiredly, sounding like a ninety-year-old grandma. "Huff… I thought I was a goner back there. When I didn't see my name in the first row of students, I thought, this is it, I'm getting expelled on my first day of school."

Taka raised an eyebrow. "Why? Midoriya was doing terribly."

"Midoriya? Oh, the green-haired kid." Jiro nodded. "Well, he got a pretty amazing result in the baseball throw. I got some fairly good results in the other tests, but not as good as his, so I got worried for a second."

Taka seemed to ponder that for a moment. "I suppose it makes sense. Still, you clearly did better than Hagakure. Her Quirk just wasn't suited for this kind of test."

Jiro deadpanned. "I just panicked, okay? No need to overanalyze it."

Then, after a brief pause, she looked at Taka with a puzzled expression.

"Hmm? By the way, how did you know her name? I didn't even see you talk to her."

Taka clicked his tongue inwardly, cursing his loose mouth again, before quickly coming up with an excuse.

"I just have a good memory. With the teacher mentioning names once, I already got the hang of most of them."

"Seriously?" Jiro asked, surprised.

Taka nodded without changing his expression.

"So an overpowered Quirk and a good memory. You really hit the genetic lottery, huh?"

Taka smiled faintly. "I suppose."

Jiro grumbled in discontent for a moment before her eyebrows lit up faintly in mischief, recalling something.

"By the way, what was with all that during the tests?"

Taka didn't bat an eye. "What was with what?"

Jiro's gaze turned accusatory. "You know—the extra steps, the looking cool, when you could've just done the tests normally. You really thought you were being subtle?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Taka denied, eyes fixed straight ahead. "That's just how I usually do tests."

Jiro didn't seem ready to let the matter go that easily, grin widening—at least until Taka suddenly turned his gaze on her, cutting her off.

"Anyway… you thought I looked cool, huh?"

Jiro's words caught in her throat.

After a moment of silence, she looked away, grumbling under her breath.

"Let's change the subject."

Snorting with a faint smile, Taka nodded.

Like that, the two eventually left the school premises and headed toward the station. Making small chat on the way.

"What station are you going to?" she asked as they neared the subway. "My parents got me an apartment near Shinjuku."

"I'm not going to one. I live just around here," Taka said, gesturing with his head vaguely. "We moved here temporarily since it's close to the school."

"With Seiji-san?"

"...Yeah. With that guy," Taka replied, distaste evident in his tone.

Jiro chuckled.

Eventually, they parted ways as she entered the station.

Taka, on the other hand, turned around and slipped into a nearby alleyway as soon as he was left alone.

Then—

—Swoosh—

After making sure no one had seen him, he soared into the sky, using his aura both to elevate at high speed and to dampen the noise of his ascent.

Once airborne, he shot forward in the direction of Shizuoka, his speed enormous as he cut through the countless clouds above.

As he soared across the open sky, his thoughts drifted back to the day. Evaluating his own performance with a thoughtful face.

'My introduction was a bit forceful, but I think I nailed it during the tests´, there's no way they don't think I'm cool now…' He nodded to himself, albeit deadpanning a bit as he recalled Jiro's comment after school. 'Still, I should be careful not to make it too obvious that I'm aura farming. Otherwise, I'll just look like some narcissistic dude trying to look humble instead of the composed, naturally cool persona I'm aiming for.'

The tests themselves had been a tad too simple, which forced him to improvise ways to farm aura in them.

And he had accomplished it. However, in the process, they might have made his intentions a little too obvious.

'Well, tomorrow's class should make aura farming simpler,' he thought, a smirk forming on his face. 'After all, if things go as per the show… tomorrow there'll be a combat class.'

There, he wouldn't need to think of complex ways to aura farm like today.

Instead, it'd be as simple as overwhelming his opponents.

—Although if they were too weak, that'd be kind of a waste, or somehow end up in him looking bad instead.

'Maybe I can find a way to force myself to fight the heavy hitters of the class?'

Taka mused, already planning ahead.

Regardless, tomorrow would be a great day to aura farm. Not only because of combat… but because—

'The fit is gonna be immaculate.'

Tomorrow, they were getting their hero suits.

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-To Be Continued...-

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(A/N: One subject less, one chunk of my arsonist impulses fading away..)