Computing Magus
I need a King's Rock
Once the last student has manged to arrive at the bus, properly take their seat, and mesmerize themselves in conversation, the bus has finally begun to move onward to wherever they may be sent to. Due to the obnoxiously large school grounds that they have in U.A. for some reason, buses are quite the common sight to find when finding students heading from one facility to another whether or not this was outside or inside the school. The buses are fitted to easily hoist the large briefcases in the sides of the bus along with any other luggage, which they don't have to worry about space since this was an average training day, not a field trip. It's a large spacious bus, with the seats to the side of the windows in the middle section, with the front and back sections of the bus having front facing seats.
After about fifteen minutes, the bus seems to be finally slowing down until it came to a complete halt. Outside observable within the bus, is a large, dome-shaped glass-roofed building that was so large it could have been a stadium of some sorts. Once they were instructed by the kind bus driver to settle down, check their personal belongings so as to not leave it, and grab their briefcases, they walk up to the double door entrance. The 1-A group head on in without prompt, since this was obviously their destination.
Inside was as large as the students expected. After a bit of a walk, there were unique, hazardous areas as far as the eye can see. A destroyed, suburban city, a huge pool with various broken boats and ships, a tall, mountainous area with falling boulders, and two buildings of a red and blue hue, though not one student is not exactly sure what that entails. Before any student has had a chance to ask what was going on, a silhouette of some figure appears, and once it walked closer to the group, the students find that--
"Greetings, students of Class 1-A, you are all here today in this facility so that we may apprehend the abilities of your quirk. I'm Jet Strike, pro hero and teacher of U.A. and this here with me today is fellow teacher and pro hero, Nightblade! Pleased to meet you students!" Jet Strike greets the students warmly, and also waving over towards Nightblade who was next to him to acknowledge her presence. He finally gets into an actual hero costume this time: a bright blue neon color lining the suit with a long coat is the basis of the design, but on Jet Strike's back are his wings uncovered and unhindered by his costume so one can assume this costume was specifically tailored for his unique figure.
"Sorry for the lack of an instructor to lead you here; your homeroom teacher, Ink-Eye, is quite busy to prepare you all for this activity, along with trying to follow his rather tight schedule, so he thought fit to collaborate with me and Nightblade to guide you students for this particular exercise. Before we begin, any questions?" Jet Strike asked. Once he got a good look of them again, in their U.A. uniforms and holding their numbered briefcases hiding their hero costumes, these students actually managed to enter the gates of U.A. which is a huge stepping stone to becoming a good hero. Today, however, aside from passing the practical exams, do they have the abilities to become a pro hero? A preparation of tests done the day before was ready to check the mettle of these promising students.
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