Hunter Amongst Villains - Prototype Scenes - how I first wrote Ghin (Patreon)

Here is another one for you guys. This time, it is about how I first wrote Ghin and his fighting abilities at the start. I do not plan for Ghin to be this OP in the main series, but at least you will have an idea of what I have in store. Anyways, enjoy.

Scene: The Test of the Hero Hunter

“Ohhhhh!!”

“Stop gawking at everything you see, you squirt.” Garou bonked his idiot disciple for overreacting too much. Right now, Principal Nezu and Eraserhead was showing them the classrooms, where the students of UA High take their classes.

“Here, we place our students in these rooms for our faculty to drill the basics of heroism into their young minds. We are very strict with our teaching methods, I assure to, so-“

“Where are the students now? I want to meet them!” Ghin asked, his ahoge wagged with excitement.

“Of course, Garou must not be seen. We don’t want to panic the students.”

Eraserhead said, in a tired tone as they moved through the building.

“Ehhh, but that will be boring. I want to see their faces squirm when I introduce myself as Garou’s Disciple.” Ghin said something very dangerous to the teachers.

“Just try to keep a low profile? Please?” Eraserhead begged. He cannot handle the uproar of the students once they find out that the Hero Hunter was taking a tour in their very school. He can vividly imagine their reactions, ranging from fainting from sheer terror, fleeing from school grounds, and some foolish enough to retaliate against Garou in hopes of their survival.

“…you know…” Garou then smiled as a devious thought echoed in his mind.

“Speaking of kids, I could not find a good sparring partner for Ghin at his age. And I just remembered that I will test All Might’s legacy…” Garou’ dangerous tone did not do justice in calming Eraserhead and Nezu.

Both the heroes remained silent as they continued leading Garou and Ghin throughout the hallways of UA. Luckily, it was the middle of class for most of the students, so they could walk the hallways unnoticed.

“I am thinking… of having my disciple test your students himself.” Hearing this, Ghin shouted with childish jubilation. Eraserhead and Nezu on the other hand…

Knowing that they couldn’t dissuade Garou from any action, Eraserhead let out a heavy sigh and massaged the bridge of his nose to attempt to calm himself.

“…why?” He asked. Saying the one sentence that represents all of his retorts.

“I want to see the difference between your students and mine. Plus, all I’ve been teaching this squirt is how to fight. I never thought of how to teach him in using his skills properly in a real fight.” Garou replied, giving the teachers a surprisingly good answer.

Sliding his hand down his face, Eraserhead exhaled a long sigh yet again.

“Fine. Just don’t go overboard. I’ll be sure to let the class know to not get too amped up.”

“Sensei…” The kid couldn’t hold it any longer and hugged Garou’s leg.

“Thankyouthankyouthnkyouthankyou! Iwon'tletyoudownmarkmywords!” And fired off his words like a rapid machine gun. Only to be shook off his leg by Garou.

“Yeah, now get off me! Don’t fail me, you squirt.”

Some time later…

“Class, I have a surprise exercise for all of you.” Eraserhead said within the classroom.

Excited murmuring passed around the classroom. The possibilities excited the students. 

“This is one you will like. Today, we received some special guests.” Eraserhead spoke up.

“And one of them is Garou.”

The muttering and murmuring cut out instantly as every student’s head snapped up to look at their teacher. Every student shared similar looks of shock, terror and confusion. Silence filled the room, making the tension palpable.

“He has come to fulfill his promise. You will all be tested this day.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” A scream erupted from the crowd.

“I-Izuku?!” Uraraka turned her head shocked to hear Deku screaming with so much terror, even more shocked by his face, contorted to mimic his terror.

Kirishima snapped out of his shock to quickly shoot out of his seat.

“Oi… What do you mean ‘test us’? Are-”

“It’s exactly what I meant. He will not leave until he tests your worth as heroes personally.” Aizawa said with a grim, serious tone, a tone that aroused their imaginations on what the test will be.

“So we’re fighting him then?”
Bakugou snorted in a tone of unmistakable interest. Excited, but a little scared as his legs quivered silently.

“Yes. I already prepared your gravestones beforehand. It was nice knowing you all.” Aizawa replied without hesitation in ultimatum.

Without warning, Mineta shot out of his seat and made a run for the door. His panicked panting mirroring his terror.

His feet ran faster the closer he is to the door, and desperately reached for the handle. 

*BANG*

Only for the door to be smashed open from the other side, sending the human incarnation of lust flying away a good distance towards the class, landing before his fellow classmates, twitching from the head traumatic impact.

“Oh, I lied.” Aizawa said as he smiled underneath his scarf. Ghin was right. It is much more fun to see them squirm like this.

“The man himself won’t be testing you.” He revealed to the classmates.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-wait, what?” Deku stopped his episodic panic upon hearing that.

The classes attention was instantly drawn to the open door, noticing a shadow leading in from the hall.

“I lied to mess with you for fun. Got to say, I enjoyed your reactions much more than I thought.” Aizawa teased his classmates with sadistic joy in his tone, making the class look at their teacher with daggers and lasers for eyes. Even Todoroki glared at the teacher with twitching eyes.

“But seriously. We have a guest coming in, sent by the infamous hero hunter himself. His very own disciple.” Eraserhead revealed as the murmurs re-emerges, all discussing on one single word. A disciple?

“U-Um… The Hero Hunter has a disciple?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, wanting to confirm Aizawa’s claim.

“Yes. And if I heard correctly… he is a monster in his own right.” He said as the class shivered at the his revelation.

“And he is standing outside this room. Come on in, kid.” Aizawa said as he pointed at the figure, his claim catching the students off guard with the sudden declaration.

Preconceived imageries of Garou’s disciple flashed through everyone's minds. Bakugou imagines a force of nature molded into human form, a badass of badasses. Todoroki imagines someone like his father, but ten times more frightening. Uraraka imagines him to be an unimaginable monster born from nightmares. 

Izuku had the image of an evil All Might. The typical All Might smile was twisted in a villainous smirk.

The shadowy figure stepped into the room, slowly walking under the light. The students gulped, their hearts pounding, their breaths held in, as the person entered the room, not taking their eyes off him for even a millisecond as they braced their mental fortitude. What they saw was…

“A-Ahem. Hello! I am Ghin! Garou’s top disciple! I am here to break your bones!” A silver-haired boy younger than them, introduced himself with as much confidence he could muster, trying to intimidate the students before him but instead had the opposite effect. 

“...” The girls find him cute.

Izuku blinked rapidly, trying to snap himself back to reality as he processed the disciple's appearance. The boy was young, has short hair of prominent silver, and has a face that radiated nervousness. 

“What?” Izuku uttered without thinking. This is Garou’s disciple?

“So, now you know. His name is Ghin, the nephew of a talented lawyer. He aims to become a hero of his own design one day, and possesses a penchant for mischief. Say hello to him everyone.” Aizawa’s interjection confuses the class even more. 

“Uwahhh, he’s so adorable~” Uraraka cheerfully said as the boy blushed from the compliment.

“N-No, I’m not cute! I am your greatest fears!” Ghin stammered, trying to defend himself. Aizawa made a note of his social awkwardness. He finds it amusing.

A laugh came from the back of the class as Bakugou looked at the nervous kid at the front of the class.

“This is the disciple? I expected a badass of badasses, not the wimp of wimps.” 

“Nnnnn…” 

Pouting upsetly by the hellion’s mocking words, the self-proclaimed disciple of the Hero Hunter raised his tiny hand up, balled it into a fist, and slammed his fist back into the chalkboard wall behind him. 

*BOOM*

With explosive force not befitting for someone his age, the wall broke into pieces, webs of cracks spreading in succinct flash, and the wall came crumbling down in a messy pile, revealing the empty classroom next door behind the obfuscating smokescreen of dust.

“…damn.” Aizawa commented upon seeing Ghin’s power. He did not expect this. He was told the boy was Quirkless like Garou. The class, on the other hand… 

Wide eyes of shock now all focused on the young boy that was responsible for the destruction of the wall. More than a few of the students had sat up in their chair.

“Je suis désolé, but did that kid just break the wall?” Aoyama asked as he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to confirm reality.

“Holy…” Kirishima uttered, unable to hold back his astonishment. 

Deku, on the other hand, only widened his eyes without uttering a word. The boy standing there just proved his claim as Garou’s disciple.

“My name is Ghin! Disciple of Garou and student of the True God Slayer Fist! I am here to test you all on behalf of my Sensei! And break your bones!” With a beaming smile, Ghin reintroduced himself again with confidence in his voice upon seeing the student’s reaction.

“No bone breaking is allowed.” Aizawa retorted.

“Awww…” Ghin drooped his shoulders in dejection.

“Anyways, you lot will face him in the Gamma Gym. Luckily for you, the hero hunter has some decency, considering a personal victory over children to be very demeaning and pointless. Which brings this young chick here, as young and awkwardly entertaining as he is. Any questions?” Aizawa asked the class as Ghin gave the teacher an offended leer, though he blatantly ignored the child’s leering stare and just smile behind his white scarf. 

Each and every hand of the students was raised, each having many questions.

“How did Garou get so strong?!”

“Is he really human?!”

“What’s Garou’s Quirk?!”

Ghin flinched at the third question, and pointed his finger at Kaminari.

“He has no Quirk! And I will murder the next person that asks!” Ghin roared.

The class remained silent at the outburst for a moment.

The Fight

Now within the training room, the disciple of the Hero Hunter flexed his limbs, stretching his arms and legs for exercises. The boy was performing a series of half splits, bending one leg backwards while straightening the other and reaching for his toe with his arm, and then vice versa with the other side. After finishing his stretches, Ghin rose back up to his two feet with a leap, hopping on his legs to further circulate the blood in his veins.

“Attention all of you. I will break you all in the name of my Sensei. Prepare to die!” Ghin boldly declared with a beaming smile, as he landed on his feet, his arms and legs outstretched in a fighting stance. 

The entire class of 1-A stared at this young boy opposing them, their bodies tensed for combat. The fact that they weren’t fighting Garou himself was a huge relief to most of the students.

The assembled classmates formed a huddle as they discussed their opponent.

“This boy is worrying. If we assume he has the same powers as Garou, we might not be able to beat him.”

Tokoyami’s thoughtful tone caused every class member to lapse into a uncomfortable silence. 

“Ah we can’t worry too much about that! We outnumber him like 20 to 1!”

As usual, Kirishima’s fiery intensity did not diminish, regardless of the opponent.

Giving a nervous glance over to the silver-haired child, Izuku could see the confidence in the young boy’s posture. A few other of his friends shared his nervous expressions. Turning back to the group, there was a mix of determination and agitation. 

Looking over to Todoroki, his usual stoic look covered his face. His arms were crossed as he looked off towards the direction of the boy.

“Judging from what we’ve seen, Garou has monstrous speed and strength. Our opponent may only be a child, but we can’t underestimate him. He may have similar abilities.”

The rest of the group looked downwards towards the middle of the group as each of them judged the situation and analysed what they knew. Garou seemed to have considerable training in unknown martial arts. Each of them doubted they could beat this child at their current point. 

But this boy, trained by the ‘Hero-Hunter’, opposed them. They couldn’t back down. When they face down Garou themselves, they wouldn’t be able to retreat. Silent determination filled the hearts of most of the children.

Of course, Mineta was on the verge of fainting at the mere sight of the child.

“Everyone… here’s the plan. First, Tokoyami-” Midoriya spoke up, deciding to play safe using Tokoyami’s Dark Shadow as the vanguard with the others as support, but… 

“Fuck that! You bitches can stay here huddling all day! I’m gonna beat this kid!” 

“Eh?” Deku could only utter as he turned to Katsuki, his face quivering with repressed bloodshot fury and desire for glory. 

*BOOM*

Bakugou, being himself, disregarded Deku without a hint a salt, and launch himself towards the boy like a missile with his palms as the explosive thruster. His eyes, bloodshot with hellish crimson wrath, met with the boy’s cheerful jubilant eyes, irritated by his unwavering confidence and carefree attitude towards him. Him of all of people, one who will surpass All Might one day.

“Ohhh?” The boy just smiled with excitement at Bakugou, as he clenched his hands, not intimidated even a little by the hellion’s menacing ire. 

“Eat this, you little shiiiiiit!” 

Bakugou shouted with all of his fury, as he lowered his one palm to the ground and blasted the ground, and launched himself over the boy in an arc as he aimed the other at the boy’s behind, ready to blast the kid’s head with his Quirk for an instant knockout. 

‘I got him!’ Bakugou smiled as the boy didn't track his movements with his vision, his head still facing forward and his body unmoving. His hand already aimed at his defenseless back, his palm sparked with brilliant orange, about to unleash it's explosive fury this so-called ‘Disciple of Garou’ and prove himself and to the others he is above them all.

The moment when Bakugou released his explosion, the boy’s body turned into a blur as he turned around in the moment, his right leg raised up and kicked his palm away to the side. A swift rush of air blew his cheek, after the sound of cracking air reached his ears and the pain of something striking his palm away. 

“Hup!” The boy, who kicked Bakugou’s hand away with a reverse high kick, immediately followed the counter by lunging towards him with a lengthy stride, closing into Bakugou with an unexpected burst of speed until he was near the hellion, and his two fists already reared back and ready to strike.

Using the Water Stream Rock Smashing fist, his hands streaming through the air leaving cerulean contrails, like the glistening rushing waters of a riverstream, and struck Bakugou with three strikes. His left leg lodged into his abdomen, then followed by his left elbow striking his throat, and the last one a leaping flip kick to the jaw, knocking him up with an ascending strike as he flipped Bakugou over from the force alone.  

“Original move! Falling Mountain!” Ghin shouted. He jumped in the air along with his third strike, now within range to strike the midair Bakugou, and flipped his body forward to gain spinning momentum and threw down his leg, impacting Bakugou’s head with the heel of his foot. 

The entire class watched as Ghin owned Bakugou within two seconds flat with a combo evidently inspired by a fighting game, sending the hellion back down to the earth like a meteor cast down from the heavens.

“Katsuki!”

Izuku shouted out, watching his friend lying on the crater face down defeated with such ease.

This galvanized the rest of the class into action. Whilst Bakugou may be a brash, rude jerk, he was still their classmate. Each of the individual students prepared for battle as they rushed towards Bakugou’s downed form.

Todoroki began the combined assault by sending out a giant wave of ice. The assault continued with Tokoyami’s Dark Shadow shooting towards the boy.

“Hup.” Ghin turned his head towards the class, his eyes sharpened into a scrutinizing glare as his gaze licked over each of his opponents. 

‘Alright, remember your training.’ Ghin thought as he took as long, deep breath, psyching himself as he lowered his legs into a wide bent stance. A living shadow materialized into reality, an invading wave of an Ice Age, and a small army of students left to go. This was his moment to grow. There’s no such thing as an easy way to strength, as Garou said. He refuses to allow all of his training to be put to waste, as he charged towards the class with furious eyes, filled with spirit and resolve.

Meanwhile…

Aizawa calmly spectated the scene, how the boy flawlessly countered Bakugou’s feint and exploited the opening for a swift knockout.

‘He’s fast.’ Aizawa calmly analyzed the boy’s skillsets. Superhuman strength, inhuman reaction time, and an uncanny awareness of his surroundings. His mentality barely possessed the proper foundation to stand its ground, evident by the boy’s nervousness in dealing with others and the unknown, but he handled his anxiety professionally and gathered the courage to take on the students without hesitation.

Even so…

“Don’t you think that pitting your student against my entire class is too much for the kid, Garou?” Aizawa asked, having a hunch that the Hero Hunter was watching alongside him, despite him being the only one leaning his back on the wall near the exit.

“Not really.” 

His hunch was right. He couldn’t sense Garou’s presence, but he predicted him being here since this was his apprentice fighting the students. Turning his head to the right, he saw Garou leaning his back on the wall, at the spot where there was nothing but empty air before. Aizawa groaned in his heart, as he will never get used to the Hero Hunter’s uncanny time-stopping like speed.

“To obtain strength, one must go past their limits. Plus, I need him to adapt to fighting others besides me. What better way than to push him than this?” Garou replied, his sharp gaze calmly spectating his disciple’s duel.

Turning back to observe his class, he could see the giant ice wave storming towards Ghin. Clearly Todoroki had made the classes opening move.

With the class…

The class continued to move towards Ghin. They had now fully prepared their Quirks. Kirishima had hardened his body as he prepared to strike the boy. Iida followed him closely, his speed nearing it’s peak as he rocketed alongside Kirishima.

Tooru had snuck off, her invisibility lending to her stealth, waiting for the moment to strike. 

The rippling energy of One for All Full Cowl activated upon Izuku’s body as he too powered up.

As each member of 1-A activated their powers, they closed in on their foe. The ice wave that Todoroki had sent towards Ghin was now bearing down upon him. Iida and Kirishima had gone around the left side of the ice wave, and Izuku had gone to the right. The idea was to force the boy to act against the ice wave, then to pin him on both sides with Izuku’s power and Iida’s speed. Kirishima was there to support Iida.

The boy, however, leapt forward over the wave of encroaching ice, over the thigh high pillars of white crystals and landed on the uneven terrain, and ran straight towards Todoroki hopping from pillar to pillar without wasting any time. The class was surprised by the boy’s adaptability, even able to traverse across the uneven icy terrain with little to not trouble as he head straight for Todoroki at breakneck speed leaping from ice pillar to pillar.

As they noticed the boy leaping towards Todoroki, Shoji and Sato stepped forwards, blocking his path. Looking behind the leaping figure, they noticed Iida, Kirishima and Izuku rushing towards Ghin, with Iida and Izuku moving at quite the speed.

Raising his left arm, a large spout of flame erupted out from Todoroki’s palm towards the boy leaping towards him.

Right at the moment, Ghin then stomped on icy field, breaking the pillars of ice around him into pieces with an explosive shockwave while dodging the stream of fire overhead. The students were caught off guard, as they didn’t expect Ghin to ground himself for their combined assault. However…

*Shoom Shoom*

Two glowing shards flew from Ghin’s position towards Todoroki at the moment in the confusion. The son of Endeavor caught the sight of the projectiles, seeing them as uneven balls of ice created by his own Quirk, flying towards his forehead.

Suddenly, the appearance of Aoyama’s Navel Laser illuminated the area as it struck both of the orbs of ice. However, the shattered ice continued on its path, now more like a shotgun blast.

Todoroki was sprayed with numerous pieces of ice. Each strike knocked more wind out of his lungs, pushing him further backwards.

“Tch.” The sounds of clicking tongue could be heard, followed footsteps as the boy launched four more blocks of ice by his feet, kicking them towards Todoroki and Aoyama with surprising leg strength and accuracy before he turned around to deal with Deku, Iida, and Kirishima.

“Get down!”

Shoji spread his multiple arms out, forming a makeshift shield as Todoroki ducked down. Unfortunately, Aoyama was too far from cover and was swiftly knocked unconscious, though not without his trademark groan, saying ‘Ahhhh’ to over dramatize his defeat along with sparkly glitter for effect.

Shoji grunted heavily as the ice projectiles collided with his arms. Large, bloody bruises began to form on his arms.

Upon seeing their teammates being assaulted, Izuku and Iida sped up their pace to reach Ghin, with Kirishima momentarily behind them.

“Two speedsters and a tank…” Ghin mumbled as he eyed the one in behind. He shifted his eyes to the other students, memorizing their Quirks from the festival. There are a few Quirks he must be wary of, as they spell defeat if he allowed them to touch him. 

“Bring it.” Ghin shifted his attention back at the two, taunting them with a provocative smirk.

As they approached each other, Iida spun up for a powerful kick with all of his power. Izuku followed up with a 5% Smash.

“Wrong!” Ghin shouted as he raised his hands, both moving at an illusionary pace as he deflected the boosted leg and the direct right hook from his side and head, and knocked Iida off balance while he locked his gaze towards Izuku.

“You’re supposed to knock out my balance first!” Ghin chided as he rebuffed with a low kick to Izuku’s leg and then a high backhand punch to his jaw with refined explosive force, before finished it off with a leaping full roundhouse kick swinging towards Deku’s left temple with the force of a small wrecking ball.

Izuku’s body was sent spiralling away, to collide with the wall, leaving a sizable dent in the grey concrete. 

“Deku!”

Uraraka cried out in worry as she rushed towards the form of Izuku.

“We can’t beat this guy! Look at all this!”

Mineta crouched down, huddling into a ball, trembling.

Ghin quickly glanced at Mineta, seeing him… he frowned. He considered that guy to be the greatest threat to him. He cannot find any suitable way to take him down without getting glued, and he does not want to test whether he could break free from his Quirk though seeing his pathetic form like this made him want to demand a refund of his concern. 

‘Eh, and just when I spent an all nighter on how to deal with him.’ Ghin thought with disapproval.

‘Anyways.’ Ghin then shifted his focus to Iida and Kirishima. He wanted to test the rock boy’s defenses with his more dangerous techniques. Before Iida could recover his balance, Ghin leapt high into the air and gave him a high jump kick to his chin from below.

Iida flew into the air, landing a few feet away in a crumpled heap. The remaining class could tell that the current situation was dire. Most of the best fighters seemed to be out of the fight. Bakugou had been eliminated almost immediately. Todoroki was injured and Izuku and Iida had just been wiped out. If this continues, they won’t have any chance.

As Uraraka kneeled over Izuku’s downed form, she looked back to see the silver-haired boy seemed to have taken not hits at all. Looking back down at Izuku, she noticed that his unconscious body had stirred.

Suddenly, his eyes shot open as he regained consciousness. He was taking huge gulps of air as he looked around to get a handle on the situation. 

Blood trickled down his face as he attempted to wrench himself to his feet, with Uraraka supporting one of his arms to lift him up.

Out of the corner of his eye, Izuku could see Bakugou also rising to his feet, stumbling as he did so. But with no one to help him. His face was twisted with a vicious scowl.

‘He still can do everything on his own.’ 

Izuku thought as he looked on wistfully.

Snapping back to the task at hand, he balanced himself, letting Uraraka go. He glared at Ghin, stood on the top of the icy wave as Kirishima faced him down alone. 

Kirishima gulped, cold sweat trickling down his brows as he raised his arms in a standard boxing stance. While confident in his Quirk, he does not know if he can actually hurt him in any way considering how he took down Bakugou in a few seconds.

“So, how hard can you get?” Ghin asked as his flexed his hands and fingers, as if warming himself up for his daily exercise, before tightening them into fists.

“Uhh…”

Increasing his Hardening to its maximum level, Kirishima immediately prepared for the boy’s incoming assault.

“Alright, pretty hard it is. Prepare to lose your bones!” Ghin said as he unleashed his imperfect God Slayer Fists at Kirishima, striking him at a rapid pace, at twenty five hard hits per second.

Kirishima momentarily weathered a few seconds worth of punches and kicks, before his Hardening dissipated and he was brutally assailed, with seemingly no end in sight. Each of the kid’s strike hurts, each strike felt like a bomb going off within his body despite the hardness. He can even feel his bones rattling from the aftershocks of the force alone.

Ghin stopped hitting Kirishima the moment he no longer felt the hard dulling sensation of stone greeting his fists, and looked at Kirishima seeing the wild red-haired bloodied and contused.

“Ah.” Ghin gave out a nervous chuckle. He felt a little guilty using him as a punching bag to improve his control of God Slayer’s Fist.

“Anyways, who else…” Ghin mumbled as he turned his head back to the rest of the class, prepared for any Quirks coming at his way. 

“Oh yeah, that guy.” Ghin mumbled as he saw the flying mass of shadow heading straight towards him, claws outstretched. With a deep breath, Ghin immediately dashed and slid under the flying shadow as he ran towards the black bird boy. He has a test and approval to earn from his Sensei. He will not let them win.

Izuku acknowledged the boy’s strength. He was already at the level of a pro hero. But Izuku couldn’t afford to lay down and let this boy step all over his friends’ hard work and effort. He cannot allow everything he and his friends strived towards to be reduced to nothing, especially now. Right now, Tokoyami was buying time for them, his Dark Shadow desperately trying to hold off the little monster at bay.

“Kacchan.” Izuku called out as he turned his head to his equally injured friend. While his equally injured friend returned his look with instant disdain.

“Don't you dare ask me to work with you again, you little shit. This is personal.” Katsuki snarled at Izuku as he desperately tried to maintain his footing.

“Midoriya!’

Izuku could hear the voice of Todoroki calling out to him from across the room. He looked around to see a battered and bruised Shoji lowering his arms, with Todoroki behind them. 

Even with the distance between them, they could tell what the other was thinking. 

‘Do we have anything to beat this kid?’

A few of the members of 1-A were out cold, but quite a few were still unscathed. Of course, there were people who wouldn’t be able to effectively assist in this scale. 

1-A stepped forwards, almost all at once. Some staggered, but moved forwards anyway. They all exchanged various looks, indicating that some kind of plan was being formed. 

Ashido and Uraraka began moving first. They began circling around Ghin while he was still focused on Tokoyami, with Dark Shadow chasing behind him. The boy, however, did not miss them circling around them.

“Now!” Tokoyami shouted as he charged forward, attempting to grab Ghin and hold him down for whatever plan his classmates had planned.

“Oh no you don't.” Ghin, however, immediately returned his gaze to him as his fist was already flying towards his face. But… 

“Hm?” He felt something tripping his leg. Something soft, yet… 

“Oh.” He forgot about the invisible girl.

“Aha! I’ve gotcha!” 

A cheery voice seemed to emerge from thin air, confirming that Tooru was indeed the one tripping him.

“Ashido! Uraraka!” Tokoyami shouted as Dark Shadow caught up to Ghin, and clasped it's arms around the boy in place, holding him down as long as he could.

“Damn you, invisible girl!” Ghin cursed as he immediately punched Dark Shadow from under his beak, thrusting his palm up with enough force to kill.

The shadowy form was knocked away with tremendous force, but now from Todoroki’s direction came alternating spouts of flame and pillars of ice. 

“Finally!” Ghin shouted as he leapt up, and grabbed Dark Shadow by the throat, and threw it towards the incoming flames and ice. Tokoyami widened his eyes upon seeing Ghin using his Dark Shadow as a shield at the last second against Todoroki’s assault, his Dark Shadow screamed from the constant abuse of fire and ice.

Suddenly, more projectiles filled the air as Yaoyorozu aimed her Creation. A cannon targeted directly at the silver-haired boy. 

“Even if you're the Hero Hunter’s disciple, it will do you no good to underestimate us.” The Vice President of Class 1-A declared, before she fired another cannonball towards Ghin. 

“Who said I was underestimating?” Ghin replied, his cheery voice now taking a serious tune as his beaming eyes and cheerful smile suddenly turned into a sharp, intense glare and a serious scowl. The class watched as Ghin leapt into the air towards the cannonballs, and… 

‘What?!’ The class thought as he used the cannonball as footholds. Footholds! As he kicked the ball down to the Earth as he further closed the distance. And now ran towards Yaoyorozu with a predatory ardor after landing. His attention was now shifted towards Yaoyorozu and the others, the non-heavy hitters. 

Yaoyorozu froze, stopping her firing, as the boy leapt towards her. The drastic shift this boy seems to have undertake was nothing short of terrifying. His current personality was so different from the precocious little boy that introduced himself in the classroom. Was this the power of Garou?

“You all disappoint me! I thought the you guys could push me to the limits! How dare you cower while your friends suffer for your sakes?! You took too long in helping them! And now you will suffer for your ineptitude!” Ghin roared with great disapproval, his rage-filled reply making the students, even Bakugou himself, flinch from the amount of anger within him, as Ghin started shifting from his two feet to all fours. Now, he rushed towards them with wild, primal movements, like that of a wild beast. The boy sprinted towards them with the grace of a wild predator, his speed increasing even further.

“Uraraka! Now!”

Izuku cried out to Uraraka, alerting her. Pressing her fingertips together, a strained look crosses her face.

“Release.”

As Ghin rushed towards them with wildish abandon, numerous shadows began to grow around him. As he quickly looked up, he could see numerous large pieces of ice descending on him like a meteor storm.

“Sneaky!!” Ghin shouted as he looked back down to his targets and increased his pace, and leapt onto the chunk for better angles and mobility, as he leapt from ice block to ice block, making him even more difficult for the students to take aim and fire at him. 

However, Deku had predicted that as well… sort of. He thought that Ghin would break the ice or dodge them, but this could work.

“Todoroki!” 

Streams of fire shot towards Ghin, splashing over several blocks of ice, sending water and steam flying everywhere.

“Now!” 

“1.7 Million volts!” Denki Kaminari shouted as he released all the electricity he stored at the steamy air.

Electricity sparked throughout the water, arcing from one to another. The full force of the current traveling through the water was only known when it made its final arc, to strike Ghin, electrifying him.

“Ahhhhhhhhh~!” The students heard Ghin scream as he was struck with Denki’s full electrical might, as he fell down on the water incapacitated, but still moving, already picking himself to his feet. But Deku knew that taking chances with him would be spell disaster for him. Thus, Todoroki immediately flash-froze the water, encasing him in a coffin of ice the moment he fell back to the earth. 

A heavy thunk echoed through the room as the icy tomb hit the ground with quite significant force. A collective sigh went out amongst the remaining students as they approached the ‘casket’. 

They could clearly see inside. Inside, was Ghin, frozen in a moment of action, with his look of brutal confidence and determination on his face.

“Uwahhhh…” Ashido let out upon seeing this. Ghin’s face was one of abject fury, white teeth clenched, eyes locked onto her with unyielding focus, and his right arm reared. All of it was flawlessly captured within the prison.

“What happened to the cute boy that came into our class?” She asked his classmates, sweat dropping at the life-sized screenshot of his anger as she poked the ice.

“I'm just happy we managed to get the jump on him…” Jiro replied as, out of curiosity, placed her wiry ear plug onto the ice, wondering what she will hear inside.

“[Graahhhh!]” She immediately retracted her earplug, and stepped back by two steps.

“Wow, he is struggling in there.” She commented as she can literally hear his struggle to break free from the ice.

The rest of the class walked to the icy prison of Ghin, joining up with their fellow classmates, with Deku and Bakugou being last to catch up.

“So this is the kid that has given us so much trouble? This popsicle?”

Bakugou snorted dismissively, as he kicked the crystal prison.

“Hah, serves you right! You Quirkless wannabe. Leave the battlefield to the real Heroes.” Bakugou furthered to add salt to Ghin’s wounded pride.

“Kacchan…” Deku intervened, wanting to calm his friend down a little. Though his friend was not listening to him whatsoever.

“Is this all the scary disciple of Garou can do? Hah! You're Quirkless, Quirkless! What makes you think you can actually do anything, or think you can stand up to us!” 

Within the ice, Deku could see Ghin’s eyes moving, the pupils locking onto Kacchan in response. He then caught the sight of his fingers squirming, followed by small cracks soundlessly forming from within.

“Uhhh, K-Kacchan. We’ve won. L-Let’s not disrespect Ghin-kun for his efforts.” Deku said trying to make sure Katsuki won’t jinx them. Especially if the boy’s bloodshot eyes locking onto Katsuki’s figure was of any indication.

“Fuck off nerd. You’re defending this little shit?”

Bakugou’s harsh tone did strike a slight chord with some of the students. They had barely won against this kid. Not to mention the brutalising they were given.

“W-well yeah. He’s only a ki--”

As Izuku was replying, a tremendous crack echoed throughout the room. All of the students were immediately put on guard. Looking down at the casket, they could clearly see Ghin’s face twisted with rage. The icy prison shuddered and cracked as he appeared to be attempting to fight his way out.

The students began taking tentative steps backwards, to reach a somewhat safe distance from their now enraged opponent. They could tell. The moment he emerged from, savage wrath would greet them in the form of an angry boy. Standing in their respective stances, they took up positions around the casket. They could always rush him when he breaks out.

*BOOM*

“YOU BASTAAAAAAAAAARRRRRDDD!” The blood-curling roar of Ghin echoed within the room. Katsuki flinched when Ghin’s rage-fueled glare locked solely on him.

Meanwhile…

“Oi oi, Garou, I can feel a little killing intent from the kid. What is this?” Aizawa pointed out nervously at the unhealthy amount of rage emanating from a boy so young. Garou impassively replied.

“Something I am trying to work on… his anger.” 

Aizawa raised a brow. The boy that cheery and innocent had a temper that bad? 

“How could a kid have that much anger in him?”

“He sees Quirks as his ‘evils’.” 

His words… left Aizawa a little speechless.

“Meaning?”

“In this strange society where many people have these… ‘Quirks’, and he is not one of them, what do you expect him to do? Just accept it? Even when the squirt managed to find a way to get this strong?” The Hero Hunter said as Aizawa blinked. Even so, this level of anger was not normal.

“...he is quite deceptive.”

“Sometimes he lets out his repressed anger in combat. Later, you will see why I want him to make friends.” Garou said as Aizawa sighed upon remembering that part.

Back to the fight at hand…

“Youuuuuuuu…” Ghin snarled as a shower of fragmented crystals clattered and shattered around him, pointing at Bakugou.

“I will break your bones.” He threatened with a cold, low tone.

Bakugou clenched his fists as he stared down this kid. It was impossible to believe this was even a child. The amount of murderous rage leaking out of the boy only increased the threatening aura he had.

Izuku looked on as Ghin and Bakugou locked eyes, shutting out everything around them. He had a bad feeling about this. Turning his head towards Ghin, he couldn’t help but worry for the boy. This level of anger was not something a young boy should experience.

*Fuuuuu*

Ghin took a deep breathe, and another, and another. So many times that the students’ thought he was suffering asthma.

“Hoh?” Garou smiled a little upon seeing that.

“What is he doing?” Aizawa asked, not sure what the kid was up to.

“He actually got the hang of breathing technique…” Garou chimed with pride.

“Breathing Technique?”

“It's a martial skill that amplifies his senses, agility, and focus. Surprised that the squirt actually managed to use it… I wonder if it's the anger.” Garou commented.

*Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu*

After the final breathe, the blood-curling aura emanating Ghin… had all but disappeared.

But.

Ghin’s rage-filled eyes still locked onto Bakugou.

“Get ready.” Ghin impassively warned. His tone did not bear the same anger like before, but… the students could still feel the level of malice filled within his words.

Being in his very presence was like standing at the bottom of the ocean. The pressure that was put on each and every person present was enough to sink them to their knees. Sweat trickled down student’s foreheads. His ocean of malice held them down at the bottom and kept them there. They struggled to even raise their heads to look at him.

“Rrrgh… e-everyone…”

Izuku strained to turn his head around. He saw his entire class on their knees, straining and fighting against the force that held them.

“Die.” Ghin’s word was spoken so softly, that only a few students could hear it. Then, the sound of crunching bone filled the air, followed by the sound of a body falling to the floor echoed silently within the room.

Izuku… and a few others could barely see it. Ghin closed the distance so fast that he could almost be compared with the Nomu that forced All Might past his limits, and simultaneously struck Bakugou five times. His face, his throat, his chest, and his two shoulders. As Bakugou fell, they could see the places were Ghin had struck, and it was painful to look at considering that it looked like Bakugou’s face had caved in. It looked as if Ghin broke his skull.

Izuku sweated upon seeing Ghin still looking down at Katsuki with spite, almost as if considering whether or not he would-

“You.” Ghin’s voice then pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Did you plan my capture?” Ghin asked as he switched his focus to Izuku.

Izuku’s eyes widened in momentary panic. Images of a broken student body flashed within his mind. 

“.....not bad.” Ghin said as he nodded with approval, his ocean-like pressure dying down at that moment.

At that moment, the entire class let out a huge sigh of relief as the pressure was relieved. Raising their heads, they now began getting up one by one, wavering as they did so.

“I think… I am quite satisfied… you all pass.” Ghin said as he letting a breath as he closed his eyes, almost as if he was trying to calm himself down. His unexpected words left the students stunned.

Izuku’s eyes rested on the area where Katsuki’s beaten and bloody body lay. Sadness filled Izuku as he looked on. The moment the boy opened his eyes, his cheerful smile was back on his face.

“Aniki! How’d I do?!” Ghin shouted, his voice returning to the cheery tone the class was used to, as he looked to the side where Aizawa was.

“Aniki?”

The whole class seemed to ask it at the same time. Who could be this kid’s brother? And how strong would he be in comparison?

As they thought that, they trailed Ghin’s line of sight to see… Aizawa sensei leaning his back on the cement wall with… 

“Yo.”

Fear crept into the hearts the students as they heard the voice. That voice was one that everyone hoping to be a hero had heard. The voice of the man that broke Heroes.

“Big Bro Garou!” Ghin then rushed towards the man that was leaning against the wall with Aizawa, like a child running towards his beloved parents.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Without warning, the class turned to the purple incarnation of lust, who was screaming with fear unlike even before, right at the moment his eyes rolled up and foam started forming in his mouth.

*Thud*

Mineta’s body collapsed to the floor, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The rest of the classmates could understand his fear. More than a few had grown weak at the knees at the unveiling of Garou’s presence.

Just by looking at Garou alone could instill this much fear in them, despite him not even letting out any form of pressure on them. That was how strong and terrifying the man that crushed All Might and All For One is.

“Uwahh…” The voice of Ghin uttered upon seeing Mineta dropping like a corpse. His frown intensified, his opinion of Mineta dropping like a stone in water.

Izuku looked at this man in abject horror. His wide eyes easily betraying his internal thoughts. What was the Hero-Hunter doing here? And why was he looking so casual?

Todoroki had a similar reaction. Even his usual stoic persona was shattered by this man before them. Todoroki’s father had been the number two hero for as long as he could remember. He had tormented his mother and had brutally trained him. Yet even his father had stood no chance against Garou.

And now Garou was stood before them.

“How’d I do?!” Ghin shouted cheerfully, as he ran towards the monster that just appeared without warning in the school like a nightmare of some horror movie.

“Not bad, but sloppy. What did I tell you about your anger issues?”

“…that it makes me wide open… and gives me tunnel vision…” Ghin moped, as if he was being scolded.

“Still, what do you think of them so far, squirt? Should I spare them?”

“Yeah, they’re cool… except for the grape boy. And the blonde bully.”

“Too bad. You said they pass, so I won’t crush them.”

“Awww…” 

The entire class did not let this conversation go. They now felt sorry for Bakugou as Mineta as both the master and disciple disproved them, and painted a huge target on their backs.

“What power. That boy was only a disciple?”

Tokoyami was blatantly shocked. They had been manhandled. And not even by the man himself.

“Uwaaaa! So scary!”

A voice emerged from seemingly nowhere, before everyone remembered. Tooru was still here. They couldn’t tell by her face or her posture, but her tone was one of worry and nervousness, even if it was in her usual peppy voice.

“Sir?”

Yaoyorozu turned towards Aizawa.

“I apologize for questioning the importance of this… ‘test’, but. May we hear the reason why you have us fight Garou’s disciple again?”

Hearing this, Aizawa turned his head to the class…. And then gave them a smile.

“To torture you all of course. This is the best lesson I ever taught.” Aizawa replied with a devilish toothy grin.

“I-I see…” The vice-president uttered in awkward disbelief as her faith in her teacher dwindled.

The whole class shrunk even further back than they already had, processing the fact that their demon teacher even used the Hero Hunter to torment them.

As the whole class came to terms with what had happened, Izuku stared at Garou. He looked so different than he did in the clips from TV. Not to mention of his distaste for heroes.

“U-um… Mr. Garou?”

Izuku’s nervous voice wavered.

The Hero Hunter turned his eyes, towards Izuku. 

“Hoh? The courageous coward?” Garou replied.

Midoriya quivered under Garou’s scrutinizing gaze. But he did not step back. He stood still, looking directly at him.

“I t-thought you hated heroes? Why are you here?”

Garou’s gaze narrowed at Izuku.

“So you grew some balls to step up and ask me?” Garou commented as he now stood before Izuku without warning or any delay, even though the class was watching. They didn’t even register that Garou had moved.

The moment he processed that Garou moved, Izuku realised then, the difference between seeing something on the screen and seeing it in real life. He had known that Garou had a blistering level of speed. But seeing it like this... The minor details were missing from the screen version. Like the absence of warning in the air, or the sudden confusion flooding one’s mind. Or the way that the whole world seems to come to a stop as your brain attempts to understand what has just happened. 

Not to mention, at the distance the cameras had been at, alot had been missed. One of the most fundamental differences was the fear of being faced down by something you know is more powerful than you. Like a rabbit being faced down by a snake. These emotions and details don’t translate through the screen. But now Izuku was experiencing them first hand.

“Well? Tell me. Are you scared?” 

Swallowing heavily, Izuku straightened himself up slightly. He was the bearer for One for All. He had to make All Might proud.

“O-Of course, I am. Who wouldn’t be?”

“Then why are you standing your ground? You are now below me, like an ant before a meteor. That wiped out the dinosaurs. What gives you the strength to stand up to me?” Garou asked as if questioning Izuku’s existence itself.

“W-What gives me strength?”

Izuku paused as he inwardly contemplated.

“P-people trust me and have put their faith in me. I can’t afford to let everyone down. So e-even though you’re scary, I won’t back down.”

Izuku’s words had a certain steel to them, his determination clear, still standing strong even after the beating he’d taken.

“Faith?” Garou then emitted pressure… a pressure that Izuku had never felt before at such a level.

“Are you sure about that?” Garou asked as his entire person then darkened, as if the shadows of death began to coalesce him, giving him the robes that… he wore at the event. 

The class watched as the light was sucked in around Garou, and how he slowly transformed into the monstrous demon that took down All Might. The horns, the pitch black eyes, everything. Garou had took his monster form, and already the class was helpless.

The presence of this black hole of horror was too much for some students.

“Oh no. This isn’t good… This isn’t good…”

Despite being in idiot mode, Kaminari began repeating himself with abnormal clarity. Not only had his Quirk usage short-circuited his intelligence, but now he had been reduced to mumbling to himself out loud. Yet, he could still speak out how dangerous the current situation is now.

Todoroki thought it couldn’t get any worse. But then Garou donned the form that brutalised his father. He shuddered, as for the the first time, he was put in the same place as his father. This level of fear was beyond what he expected, so much that not even his brutal childhood could prepare him for this.

Koda had huddled up in a ball and was whispering to any nearby animal he could find. He couldn't find many. The terrifying aura that Garou put out was more than enough to make any sane animal flee. Besides him, a quiet thud echoed out. Everyone assumed that was where Tooru had fallen to her knees. Even the happy-go-lucky girl struggled to keep a positive attitude with that level of unease.

“I agree with Kaminari. This is bad.”

Asui had been almost entirely silent during the prior events. But this had finally forced her to react. Her usual laid-back attitude was nowhere to be seen.

“Woah man! Aizawa! You gotta do something about this!”

Sero was the only one shouting, yet the shouting was only adding to the increasing panic in the air.

Aizawa, on the other hand, locked his eyes on Garou, as if in a trance. Not even he was left unscathed by the fear Garou was emitting. The Pro Hero even unconsciously activated his Quirk, gazing his anti-Quirk eyes at the black hole in hopes of nullifying the nightmarish pressure… only for it to grow even larger and more prominent. This fear-inducing pressure was on a whole other level than in the meeting room. Not even Sero’s shouting could rouse him from his fear-induced state.

Izuku, on the other hand….

His jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth with so much force, he thought they might break. His hands hung by his side, trembling quite a lot. He violently clenched his fists in an attempt to halt the virulent fear infecting him.

“There is a limit to the courage supporting your very being. In the end, it just shows you cannot stand on your own two feet. Being brave for others is not a bad thing, but there will be times you must be brave for yourself.” Garou spoke in a calm voice, one that contradicted to the level of fear he was emitting.

“I do not hate heroes, boy. I hate BAD heroes. And I see a lot of them lately. Thus…” Garou’s fear emitting aura was lifted from the room, releasing the other students from his grip. However… in contrary to the relief they felt, Izuku felt the monumental fear magnifying a hundredfold. Garou focused all of his pressuring aura on the boy in front of him, demonstrating his illogical level of control over his own power.

The pressure lifting on them, the eyes of all his classmates landed on Izuku as he struggled under the immense pressure. This was infinitely stronger than the force that Ghin emitted. It was like he was a rag, being blown around in a storm. He couldn’t fight it.

“What kind of hero do you want to be, boy?”

But he could feel the gazes his friends were giving him. He gritted his teeth as the sensation kept increasing in power. If he stood up against this for too long, he would be torn apart. 

“This..p-pressure… rrrggh…”

He barely managed to get the words out of his mouth. But he wouldn’t stop trying.

“I-is..nothing… c-compared… t-to the… expectations of m-me!”

Each and every word seemed to cause him tremendous pain. Sweat poured down his forehead, oiling his brows and face.

“Hoh.” Garou was now impressed. 

“Who could it be that you would sacrifice so much for?” The monster asked the trembling boy. Deku shivered as he remained silent, unable to free the words clogging in his throat. That he was being strong for All Might, for everyone that brought him this far on the path of a hero. At this point, Deku was at the point of fainting, his vision blurring and darkness creeping from the corner of his eyes, but he struggled to hold on as much as he could… right when the pressure ceased.

“Not bad. You don’t have to answer.” Garou said as he looked down at Izuku, his form now back to his human form in a blink of an eye. The class watched, and blinked as the pressure disappeared as if it was never there in the first place. Also, since when did Garou change back? They swore he was in his monster form a second ago.

“Though, I still hate that wishy-washy side of you.” Garou added as Izuku heaved for his life.

‘Uwahhhh~ I thought I was going to die!’

Izuku panted heavily. He had barely moved, but felt physically and mentally exhausted. It did however, give him some relief to know that he faced the same situation as All Might did.

Most of the students were on the ground, as they all sighed a breath of relief, almost all at the same time. Even Aizawa dropped to his knee as well, almost panting for breath. 

“Could you give a warning the next time you’re going to do that?”

Aizawa looked up at Garou.

“No promises.” Garou replied as he turned around to Ghin, who was unfazed by the level of fear. It was almost like he was used to it… which was kind of scary in a way. Anyone desensitized to this level of fear must be a monster in human skin.

“Be sure to know that courage is more than living up to expectations, boy.” Garou said as he walked away.

“It needs the resolve to back it up.” He left his words of wisdom before moving back to the wall where his smiling apprentice was at. Sighing, Aizawa moved to the students, as half as tired as the students were despite not even partaking in the test.

Aizawa massaged his temples, his eyes closed. Even with his eyes closed, the class could feel his stare.

“Alright then, Class. Tell me what you’ve learned from this… enlightening experience.”

Sero raised one hand.

“Never fight silver-haired dudes?”

Sharing his feelings, Aizawa nodded in response.

“Next?”

Yaoyorozu rose her hand next.

“Don’t taunt an enemy presumed defeated?”

“That’s a lesson Bakugou learned the hard way I’m afraid.”

Aizawa pointed his finger at the next student.

“Good planning, teamwork and Quirk compatibility?”

Uraraka questioned. After all, they had been able to at least temporarily incapacitate Ghin through their teamwork and planning.

Eraserhead shook his head disappointingly.

“If that’s a lesson you’ve only just learned, you’ve got a long way to go.”

Opening his eyes, Aizawa’s gaze landed on Izuku. Izuku noticed and looked back.

“And what have you learned?”

Izuku looked down towards the ground in contemplation. He had faced down the Hero-Hunter. He nearly broke like a porcelain vase, but he still stood strong. And it was all thanks to those around him. Izuku rose his head and locked eyes with his teacher again, determination and fire now burning inside of them.

“I see you already know. You don’t have to answer.”

Aizawa then pointed towards the door, while Garou and his disciple could be heard bickering with each other far from the entrance.

“Alright everyone. That’s all for today. We’ll have to clear out of the gym.”

Yaoyorozu cocked her head in confusion at the teachers words.

“What do you mean Sir?”

“It's time for Class 1-B to be… tested.” Aizawa then released an even more evil grin, the atmosphere dropping down like playing a sour note of a piano.

“We… weren’t the only ones being tested?”

Confusion filled the minds of every student, Todoroki included. 1-A was the most famous class, so there was no question they would have been tested first.

“I asked Garou if he wanted to test the other class. He said… he will test the second one himself. He didn't introduce himself to Class 1-B yet… it is going to be good.” Aizawa smiled a very, very dangerous smile. Then out of nowhere, Aizawa… had a bag of chips and popcorn in his hand. The class now had a good idea what Aizawa was intending… they felt very sorry for the other class. They were going to die. And their sensei was going to enjoy their ‘deaths’ as if watching a good movie.

Light streamed in as the gym door suddenly opened. Students from Class 1-B began walking in, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. It wasn’t long before they had spotted their rival class.

“Oh? What’s this? 1-A training!”

The mocking voice of Neito Monoma now filled the hall as he pointed scornfully at the battered students.

“And that means that they’re not nearly as strong as everyone says they are! HAH! I knew it!”

As Monoma continued to jab at class 1-A, the other students began slowly noticing the state of the gym and the people in it. Ice covered almost every surface. Scorch marks dotted the landscape and huge craters covered the walls and the floor.

They could even see several members of 1-A bloodied and unconscious, being carried by their classmates.

Upon seeing his friend/rival beaten and unconscious, Tetsutetsu pushed his way to the front of his class.

“Oi! What the hell happened here? What happened to Kirishima?”

His tone was one of outrage. Likely he was hoping he would have been the one to beat him. 

“....” The entire class averted their eyes from Tetsutetsu. They cannot tell them that they were about to ‘die’ like them. Only suffer a much crueler fate.

“H-h-hey… isn’t that…”

Shiozaki’s shaky hand pointed out towards a figure in the room. All eyes fell on this figure, and 1-B’s blood was frozen.

Turning their eyes to their line of sight… Class 1-A widened their eyes upon seeing Garou, in his monster form, already standing in the middle of the Gym. They couldn't even sense him moving before… 

“.......Monoma…” Izuku had the courage to speak out to him, and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“...I am sorry. Just… hang in there.” he said with pursed lips. He cannot say that they had no chance of victory. They… were just unlucky.

The chiding Monoma just remained silent as he just stared at the monster standing in the center of the room, staring at him, his omnipresent smile now curling into a frown of abject despair, unable to hide the horror swelling deep inside him as the abyss stared at him back.

Wide eyes of 1-B fell on the figure that they all knew. A monster stood before them. The same one that had effortlessly crushed the top Pro Heroes. The two distinguishing horns rose from each side of his head. His eyes were looking in their direction, but every student felt like they were staring at them. The two black holes in his sockets seemed to be draining all light in the room.

Following in from behind the now shocked class, came their home room teacher Vlad King.

“...I am still against this, Aizawa.” He said the moment he saw Aizawa… holding a bag of popcorn on one hand, and chips in another. He pursed his lips, not liking how he illustrates his pleasure in enjoying his class’ suffering.

“Well, you’re already here. Too late to back out now.”

A grin plastered Aizawa’s face, showing his extreme entertainment.

“Plus, if you have any gripes. Take it to that guy.” Aizawa jubilantly pointed to the black hole in human form, who was staring at Vlad King with it's courage devouring eyes. Vlad shivered upon meeting his eyes with his own. What kind of man could instill this kind of fear?

“........for some reason, I think you are to blame… will he really not kill my class?” He nervously asked Aizawa. He had the impression that Garou could kill with his looks alone. Heck, he could kill with his mere presence alone.

“Oh no, no. He's against killing. Though he might scar your students with mental trauma. It is going to be good.” Aizawa shamelessly admitted with his damnable grin.

The students of 1-B only grew more scared and confused after hearing this exchange between the two teachers.

“B-but..why?”

Juzo slowly began backing away from the monstrous figure in front of them.

“Alright! Tell them they’re being tested… shame though. Class 1-A had it much easier… he seemed to be interested when I said Class 1-B wanted to catch up to class 1-A. So he decided to train them personally.” Aizawa said as his grin grew wider.

All of Class 1-B then shifted their attention to Monoma, pressuring him accusingly with their blaming glares. Monoma only retained his impassive smile, but his body evidently trembled, caving in before the peer pressure.

Izuku rubbed the back of his head as his eyes were off to the side. He couldn’t look at the class that would be decimated in a few moments. His class had riled up Garou, and now 1-B would be facing him immediately afterwards. They stood no chance at all.

“S-sorry everybody.”

Garou hadn’t moved, yet all of 1-B was frozen in place, like a deer in headlights. 

“....Class… yesterday, we had three special guests. One of them being the gentleman standing there.” Vlad started his announcement as he reluctantly pointed at the monster. The class mentally retorted in their minds. How is that guy a gentleman? He is a nightmare made flesh.

“He had come to… test your worth… the hurdle of becoming heroes had grown much higher now thanks to him. Thankfully, he promised he won't kill you… but you will all suffer in the end…” Vlad took a deep breathe, pausing to find the right words to say.

“I will not lie or honey my words. The man’s a monster, both figuratively and literally. He will not let any of you go if you run. He… personally volunteered for this. Like Aizawa said, you will all go through hell now, to become stronger… I wish you all best of luck.” Their homeroom teacher gave his condolences, his face stoic yet filled with worry. Class 1-B had never seen their Sensei that worried before.

Upon hearing their inevitable task, the combined class of 1-B stopped backing up. Retreating would only make their situation worse. A few glances were thrown in the direction of the other class in the room. While a few of the students were unconscious, and most of the students were bruised and sweaty, they did not appear to be too badly wounded. That did give some sense of consolation.

“Psss, Izuku.” Uraraka whispered to Deku’s ear.

“U-Um, should we tell them? They seem to be having the wrong idea…” Uraraka asked regarding that they only fought his disciple. Not Garou himself.  

Izuku stepped towards his fellow class, the sudden movement causing some students to slightly jump. He couldn’t leave them in the dark. They’d need every bit of help they could get.

“U-uh, guys…”
He paused as their stares quickly changed from the stationary Garou, over to himself. Some of the 1-B student’s eyes kept darting over to Garou, to make sure he hadn’t suddenly moved.

“We didn’t fight Garou. We fought him.”

Izuku extended one finger in the direction of the now cheery, silver-haired boy who was almost clinging to Garou’s leg.

Eyes widened even more in response to Izuku’s declaration. They had at least had hope that 1-A had stood up to Garou. But they had assumed incorrectly. 1-A had been roughed up by a kid.

“You fought… his kid? Garou’s a dad?” One of the students uttered something ridiculous. 

Izuku widened his eyes as he turned to Garou, afraid that he might’ve heard it. He caught the sight of his arms twitching. He definitely heard it, and he was not pleased. 

“No no no! That’s his disciple! Disciple!” Izuku frantically waved his hands to dismiss the idea before they antagonize Garou. 

“Disciple?” Tetsutetsu uttered. Now totally confused. 

“This guy has disciples? How many more are there?”

“Erm, just one. And he’s scary strong.” Izuku sheepishly answered as the class looked at the child smiling at the class, giggling mischievously. He was still shocked about the difference between the boy and Garou. It was like night and day.

“L-listen everyone! Garou is probably the most dangerous man the hero world ever faced!”

A few nervous looks began darting around the room as Izuku’s speech didn’t seem to be helping.

“But! Remember! Don't forget why we attended this school! We want to become heroes, and it’s our job to stand up to danger no matter the threat! Don't let your efforts go to waste! We’ve already been tested, but I b-believe in all of you!.”

Izuku finished his speech as everyone listened on. His words had stirred something within all of them. 

Tetsutetsu clenched his fists upon hearing that. Of course they want to be heroes. 

“...yeah. You're right! We won't back down without a fight!”  

“We will show him the power of Class 1-B!” 

“Garou will regret testing us by himself!”

The previous atmosphere surrounding 1-B had dissipated, being replaced by one of fiery determination and passion. Even in the face of insurmountable odds, they were willing to fight.

“That’s pretty impressive.”

Aizawa was slightly surprised at the change of attitude in the rival class. He had thought that they would have been defeated with almost no resistance. But it turned out a little fire burned in them after all.

‘Too bad they won't stand a chance anyways. Try not to lose too fast.’ Aizawa thought contemplatively. Well, at least Garou promised he won’t crush them instantly to break their spirits.

1-B had formed a group huddle, similar to the one that 1-A had formed before their battle. 1-A looked on as they heard murmuring and hushed agreements. Nodding of heads indicated the end of the group huddle. They all took their respective combat stances as they stood in front of Garou, who had still not moved a muscle.

Even though they all had looks of confidence on their face, they all knew they couldn’t win. This was the man that had easily defeated All Might. But they’d give it a damn good shot.

“How long do you think they’ll last?” Jiro asked not sure. It could be a single second as far as she knew. She wouldn’t be surprised if it was less.

“…probably a few minutes… if Garou’s feeling generous.” Deku reluctantly replied.

“And if he's in a bad mood?” 

“One second… At most.” Deku replied as he pursed his lips. His classmates looked at him unable to believe it… yet for some reasons, they will not be surprised if Garou could down all of Class 1-B in one second.

“...are you absolutely certain, Midoriya?” Todoroki asked for confirmation. Deep down, he does not want to come to terms with that possibility.

“I know… when he stared me down, I can tell. Garou’s a monster, an unbelievable monster. The speed, the fear… everything about him screamed danger, much more than All Might when Kacchan and I faced him.” Deku admitted, and he is not afraid of admitting it.

This ‘test’ was not only a learning experience for 1-B, but it for 1-A too. They would be able to see their rival class coordinate all together. They had some inkling of their teamwork during the Sports Festival. They would need to use every slight advantage they had.

Monoma stepped forward, as each and every class slapped his hand one by one, letting him copy each and every one of their powers. On the surface, Monoma had a calm, look of confidence… too much confidence. Class 1-A does not know what kind of strategy they came up with for the guy who kept harassing the class to bear such a face of confidence.