YOUR HERO ACADEMIA - Origins

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A few moments after crossing the gate, it finally dawned on him how most of this exam was going to play out. The robots DID not play around and went straight for the students at the first chance they got. If he was going to survive and maybe even thrive with his power, Michi was going to have planning something smart and has to be quick. After arriving at the intersection of two big perpendicular streets, the boy started hatching his plan.

"Ok... I can see a lot of robots down the street here and not many who are fighting them... yeah I can make this work. Just be precise, and don't screw up, you got this, you got this!"

After amping himself up, the teen left his bag of belongings somewhere on an empty corner to keep them safe since he was to jump into the fray. The black-haired boy leaned forward, placing the fingertips of both of his hands on the floor in front of him, placed his feet one in front of the other, touching the ground with only the upper part of his old but reliable sneakers. Being almost perpendicular to the ground, Michi was in position.

He felt surprisingly calm and collected. The black-haired boy had trained many many times for the past year and had become very comfortable with his own powers, organically learning what he was capable of. As long as he didn't overextend, there was nothing to fear, he could win. A confident grin appeared on his face, as the teen scanned ahead to map out a route for the plan that had been hatched, making mental notes of all the robots he could see on the way to what seemed to be a factory at the end of the straight concrete lane. For what it seemed like an eternity of silence to the boy, only a couple dozen seconds had passed, where the mechanical menace kept closing in on his group but luckily had not bothered with him.

The Japanese boy breaks the silence of his immediate surroundings by filling his lungs with a fresh breath of air and slowly exhaling it through his mouth, blowing a very small gust of cold wind under him that lifted up dust on the floor. He was ready, and the first order of business was helping that poor fellow testee being pinned by a one-point robot.

Michi broke out into a sprint, the fastest speed the boy could muster, and moved in a diagonal line in the street towards the student in distress. As he had expected, the two-pointer took notice of him the moment he passed by it, with the metal hunk following him at a quick pace.

"This, works." Thinking quick and interrupted due to the physical effort, he just let the robot follow him uncontested while trying to keep enough distance to be able to act even after stopping. Few seconds after his initial dash, Michi had reached the robot, and in a move that could easily be considered utterly stupid by many, grabbed onto the arm of the one-pointer as soon as he got to it with both of his hands, planted both his feet strongly on the ground and for the first time since the test, activated his quirk.

There was a noticeable change around him, as suddenly something natural in the world just disappeared in an instant... dust stopped clinging to the concrete everywhere except under Michi's feet. The two-pointer found itself suddenly unable to stop or turn or even accelerate, and could only keep going forward. The one-pointer found itself incapable of gripping either the wall or the student it previously had been trapping, but it could not move forward to tackle the new testee who had just latched onto its arm, no matter how much energy it put into its systems. The moment it tried to use its other arm to grab the black-haired boy, it finally felt itself move... but not in the direction it had inputted.

"Get..." Akin to a hammer throw, the boy started spinning on his heels which were close together, and with all his strength pulled the big piece of metal that seemed almost weightless thanks to his power. He could only do three-quarters of a full spin but that was enough to make the metallic threat hit like a truck if it crashed against anything... including other robots.

"... OFF THEM NOW" Letting out the equivalent of a war cry, Michi let go of the one-pointer in the direction or the nuisance that had been following him closely.

Soon after a loud noise similar to what one would imagine a car accident would sound like ringed out in the immediate vicinity. On cue with the unmelodious sound of destruction, Michi deactivated his power and quickly offered a hand to the student against a wall.

"Go, go now with, the others! The exam, is important, but your safety, is even more so." He spoke out in cut breaths due to the strain the teen had put on himself, and barely even looking at the person he had just helped out. The boy was too focused on preparing mentally for the next stage of his plan.The boy quickly turned around and continued on with his plan after making sure the student was safe.


With his first goal out of the way, there was still the main course of the plan to get into. The path Michi had mentally mapped out remained mostly the same as when he took off. So all that he had to do is move back to the center of the street, and get back to sprinting, only this time with a twist.


Just for caution he first moved back a bit, closer to the robot wreckage he had caused and assumed the same position as before his initial mad dash, preparing to do another one. Once again taking a deep breath, tho this time to steady his own breathing, Michi was ready.


And in that second the teen took off. After reaching what he thought was his top speed, he did something different.


"One. Two. Three!" counting the steps on his mind, he had taken off the ground, having used both of his feet to jump after he had counted the third step. Both legs raised and stretched out forward, with both arms doing the same thing. Michi had long jumped in the middle of the street. This was followed almost immediately by the activation of his quirk and the sudden disruption of the natural phenomena of friction. Now his speed would not decrease, neither by the rough street or air resistance. The testee was zooming at high speed through the air over the specific area of the testing grounds.


After a brief moment of feeling only gravity pulling him down the teen landed without noise on the asphalt. There was an impact that though painful enough to almost make him groan, that was all that it was and the now slippery boy kept on sliding through the street floor without a hint of slowing down.


The fall had changed his position from that of a long jump to being almost fully on his back, with only his head slightly raised to be able to see what was ahead of him. If one were to look at Michi from the outside, it would almost seem like the position of someone going down a water slide... but on a harsh city street instead. It was a sight to behold.


By doing this, the boy tried to get the attention of as many robots as he possibly could on the way to his final destination on this slippery trip: The factory wall, both nailing him points and opening another path to keep scoring.


After a few instants, he had already slipped under a two-pointer's legs without a hitch. When it came to the three-pointer, he had to lower his head to avoid some metal pieces but had made it just fine. Showing an optimistic smile, the boy thought that he had this in the bag until he noticed a swarm of one-pointers that were waiting on the side streets of the crossing area he had just slid to. Seemingly all of them had found a prime new target in their sight in the form of the black-haired teen. Even the two-pointer he had slipped under had started to take aim at him. Though unaware at the numbers, Michi knew he may have had bit more than he could chew.


"Please miss me please miss me please miss me" The boy had started to chant in his mind in what he knew was a fruitless endeavor, but at least kept his morale up. It was then, about three-quarters of the way through the street that Michi felt a numbing feeling of pain had hit his left leg and his ribs on the left side of his body. The sound of a muffled blunt struck ringed sharp on Michi's ears as the pain increased and the boy's face contorted. He had been shot by the rubber bullets, causing lots of pain. But even worse is that his momentum had been shifted ahead of when he needed it to, making his new course be straight towards the buildings. In panic and desperation, the testee tried out his wildcard, the only inkling of true control he had achieved in the past few months over his power: making everything around himself almost frictionless.

The teen felt a slight burning sensation on the parts of his body that were in contact with the pavement. Since he was already not parallel to the direction he was going, this was going to be easier. By putting more force pressing downwards on his upper body while lifting up his legs, the boy made himself be faced perpendicular to the direction he was going, prepared himself by making his figure a lot smaller through bringing his limbs closer to the core of his both and deactivated the power. Michi felt a very sudden burning sensation on his lower back, then a lot of blunt force and pain as he started rolling on the pavement. He had stopped himself before a wall could stop him.

While dizzy and in pain, the teen wasted no time trying to stand up and after some struggling, he ran towards the next intersection, close to the factory walls while the different robots were aiming and going after him, some closing in very quickly on him.

...then he also noticed the presence of MORE robots on the left and right side of the intersection. It dawned on him that his risky plan was very likely to backfire badly on him. Michi looked around him for a moment, robots closing in quickly from all sides, and decided that he might as well gamble everything since if the boy remained there the only available was failing.

Making up his mind, the boy crouched down despite pain, covered his face with his arms, and waited, waited for the robots to come to him while weathering the painful rubber bullets.

The few moments of wait felt like an eternity as Michi got pelted with rubber bullets from all sides even when most missed. But he remained steady and waited for the perfect moment.

"NOW!!!" The boy yelled mentally at himself as he threw himself onto his side and once having reached the ground activated his unnatural power once again.

Only a few seconds had passed, but the very distinctive noise of a high-speed impact, multiple ones even, resounded in the direction of the factory. Exploiting how the robots seem to single-mindedly lock onto one target and accelerate, he had caused most of the multiple one pointers to crash on their own. Not all of them were incapacitated, some were just knocked over and would only take a few moments to stand up again.

Realizing this, Michi deactivated his power, stood up as quickly as his battered power would allow him to, and ran towards the factory, which now had a huge hole in its wall. At a quick glance, there were 7 one-pointers, with about 3 having become scrap metal and the other 4 still in one piece, but battered like the boy himself. He quickly pressed their exposed deactivation buttons while his pursuers were still knocked over or too far behind. By the time he was over, there were more robots approaching him, including some of the two-pointers he had passed by. In a panic, the teen entered the building and tried to find a way to hide from the mechanical menace.


OOC: Well consider this post a 2 in one special. Reason being that I have owed this one for a whileeeeeee. Sorry for the eyesore ^^; (It may also contain typoes and some redaction issues, sorry in advance)
 
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