MHA: The Honoured One

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Talent is often seen as an innate gift, a natural ability that some are born with while others are not. However, from a philosophical perspective, talent is not just about raw potential, it is about the interplay between nature and nurture, effort and opportunity.

One could argue that talent is meaningless without cultivation.

A person might have an aptitude for music, but without practice, discipline, and passion, that talent remains dormant.

Conversely, talent can also be viewed as a burden.

Talent, then, is not merely an advantage but a responsibility, something that must be directed with purpose.

In existentialist thought, talent is not a fixed trait but something shaped by choices.

Sartre's notion of radical freedom suggests that what we do with our abilities defines us more than the abilities themselves.

A talented individual who does nothing with their gift is no different from someone without that gift.

Ultimately, talent is potential, but its true value lies in how it is cultivated, applied, and understood in the context of personal growth and societal contribution.

Whether it is a gift or a curse depends on how one chooses to engage with it.

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The morning sun cast long shadows over U.A. High, its towering gates standing as a silent challenge. A mix of nerves and excitement buzzed in the air as students gathered, ready to prove themselves.

Perhaps those who were friends for years, came together to chat excitedly.

Others, like a certain green haired one had more embarrassing first impressions.

Yes, there were all the students who came.

All of them gathered there for one thing.

To be accepted into the greatest hero academy in Japan.

The U.A Entrance Exams.

Suddenly, a speeding car came to an abrupt stop at the gates. Meanwhile what seemed like two people arguing over something inside the car.

Then the door opened, and out walked Gojo, his uncle telling him something before he rolled his eyes and turned around

"Yea, yea I know I know. You can go now old man" he said in fake annoyance as he chuckled.

"Whatever you say oh 'Noble One'" Koun laughed as he closed the door before driving away.

Gojo smiled before putting on his black sunglasses, ran his hand through his hair, and then began walking to the entrance of the school.

'Stupid name, I better come up with something cooler soon.'

He thought to himself, already thinking of potential hero names as he began walking.

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Satoru Gojo

The other students who stood outside, in friend groups and so on, looked towards him as he walked confidently towards the doors of the academy.

His tall frame and lean, well-defined muscles made him stand out even more than usual.

The murmurs started immediately.

"Hey… isn't that him?"

"That guy from two years ago?"

"No way, he's applying, and taking the exam ?"

Two years ago, a rouge villain took a small girl and mother hostage.

The police on scene were stuck, nothing they could do to help, before a white haired, blue eyed boy stepped onto the scene, saved to hostages and helped in the take down of the rouge villain.

Now, that same boy strolled into U.A., seemingly oblivious to the whispers, his usual smirk unchanged.

A green haired boy, along with a blonde spiked haired one looked in his direction.

The one out of admiration for doing such a noble thing to help someone.

The other out of annoyance As he had a pissed off expression.

Gojo didn't pay attention to the stares, the comments, the whispers, in fact, he though to himself that it was rather funny.

He stepped through the doors, looking around before seeing signs pointing down a hallway.

"Hm.. guess the exam hall is this way" he said as he started walking towards the designated area.

Suddenly, from behind him, someone called out to him.

"Satoru Gojo, huh?"

The voice cut through the murmurs, deep, commanding. Aizawa said, stood nearby, his sharp eyes watching Gojo carefully.

Gojo turned around to look at him, before visibly squinting his eyes and then the realization struck"

"Ohhh, wait, no way. You're Eraser Head" he said as he chuckled.

"Thanks for the-"

"No thank you. I don't care"

Aizawa said harshly as he walked past Gojo, down the hall then entered the hall.

Gojo looked confused before shrugging it off and folding behind.

A few minutes later.

"YEEAH! WHAT'S UP, FUTURE HEROES?!"

Present Mic's voice boomed through the speakers as the walked in, causing a few students to flinch.

Gojo, however, didn't react.

He adjusted his sunglasses, sighing softly.

'Damn.. I hope he's not going to teach me anything.. I can see myself going deaf at this point'

Gojo thought to himself.

"Alright, listen up! First, you'll be taking the written exam, then it's on to the practical test!"

The students groaned.

The written test was just an obstacle, what really mattered was the combat portion.

After everyone got to their assigned seats, they were all given a their papers and pens.

The test wasn't hard that hard in reality, basic hero knowledge, logic, and ethics.

Gojo looked at some of the questions, thinking if this is really what people became a hero for.

He was one of the first to hand in his paper to Aizawa and Present Mic, before being told to go outside.

Some others were struggling, others looking as if they were going to fill a lake with how much they were sweating.

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2 hours went by once everyone was done.

Some were sure of their failure, others even left half the pages empty.

Some stood confidently, with only a few bits of doubt slipping in.

They all currently stood outside the practical exam simulation cityscape.

Planning their strategies, warming up or conversing with one another.

Gojo was simply just standing there, deep in thoughts on what his plan would be.

What's the most efficient way to use his abilities

Should he use red? Or his new ability?

How hard would it be to push him?

As he was thinking and contemplating all of this, a voice called out to him.

"Excuse me!"

The voice brought him out of his thoughts before he turned his head slightly to see one of the other men, or teens there.

The boy stood up straight, he had a cut dark blue hairstyle with a sharp, professional appearance, wearing a formal school uniform. He reached to his face to adjust his rectangular glasses, his expression serious as he had his head tilted to look at Gojo.

He learned his throat then started speaking.

"You seem quite confident, but I must point something out, those sunglasses of yours. They could be a hazard during battle. It would be best if you removed them for safety."

Gojo paused, a bit confused before answering back in a calm tone, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Hm.. I mean, I see your point. But I don't want to honestly."

He said sincerely as he had a wide mocking grin.

Iida blinked, stunned at the audacity the taller teen had to speak back to him saying that.

The other students, however, were watching this as some snickered.

After recollecting himself, the boy was about to put his hand on Gojo's shoulder to be more firm with his request.

Before Iida could argue further, Present Mic's voice boomed once more.

"OHH YEAAA. WOAH WOAH WOAH LADIES AND GENTLEMEN-"

Gojo started walking away from the speakers.

'Like damn, how slow does this guy have to be. Not the guy to tell secrets too.'

Gojo thought to himself while listening in and making a mental note on what he was saying.

'Alright, as long as no one is stupid enough to charge the zero pointer, everyone's good' he thought to himself.

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A few minutes past after all the rules were explained.

Currently, the count down to enter the battlescape began.

"ON YOUR MARKS..."

Present Mics voice shouted from the speaker, everyone got ready to run into the cityscape

"GET SETT"

Everyone was nervous, some more clearly than others.

"ANNNDDD..." It was clear he was just stalling now, people groaning and about to yell at him to start

Suddenly a figure started running ahead, from what they saw, from the snow white hair, tall slender figure, it was Saturo Gojo running in.

Other learners gasp, some yelling at him to come back, thinking he was cheating or being arrogant before-

"GO GO GO, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! YA THINK YOU GET A COUNT DOWN IN THE REAL WORLD!"

They now understood why he ran in.

"Damn it!" Said the blonde spiked haired boy rushing in, explosions going off in his hands at he propelled himself forward

The boy who confronted gojo earlier, was speeding through the rest, a grey smoke coming from what looked like exhausts pipes in his calves/legs.

All the students there charged in using their quirks, or running as fast as they could.

Meanwhile Gojo was already leaving ripped and blasted parks of the point robots in his trail.

He stood still as a four way street, deciding where to go.

'Damn, This place is huge, bigger than expected'

He thought to himself as a robot charged towards him before seeming to slow down then come to a stop as it came near to attack him, the attack never landing.

"Ha, nice try" He said smirking, before lifting his fingers, a red energy orb coming into existence as it draws energy from the surrounding air.

The robots torso was then blasted by the red ball as it was pushed back a couple meters away.

Gojo then ran on ahead, hunting more robots with a large smirk on his face.

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Inside a high-tech observation room in another location, several U.A. teachers stood before a massive wall of monitors, each screen displaying a different student's performance in the practical exam.

Their expressions ranged from impressed to concerned as they analysed the quirks and tactics being displayed.

Aizawa stood with arms crossed, eyes scanning the screens with a critical gaze, at some points watching students and shaking his head in disappointment.

Midnight leaned forward, interested in how the students were handling the pressure.

Snipe observed in silence, while Power Loader murmured to himself about the damage his test city was already taking.

"Some promising candidates this year," Cementoss noted as he watched one student use their quirk to tear through a robot.

"Yeah, but some of them are reckless."

Midnight replied, gesturing toward a student who nearly got hit by an attack.

Then, a chuckle broke through the discussion.

"Well, well... Thats an interesting one."

Nezu said, his furry paws folded together as his sharp eyes locked onto one of the monitors.

The teachers followed his gaze.

On the screen, Satoru Gojo stood in the middle of a wrecked street, the remains of several combat robots scattered around him.

He adjusted his sunglasses, his smirk unwavering as he casually walked forward before coming to a stop to decide which route to take.

"His movements are too relaxed, if anything that grin says it all."

Snipe observed.

"Like he knows he's in no danger at all."

Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "That's because he isn't. Look closely."

The screen replayed a moment from earlier, one of the training bots had lunged at Gojo, only to suddenly slow down before even making contact, as if hitting an invisible barrier.

"Hmm..."

Nezu hummed thoughtfully, tapping a paw against the control panel.

"It's subtle, but that quirk of his... it's extraordinary. The way he has been moving, the way he has calculates his attacks... My my, ill have to look through his file to see what quirk that is."

The live feed then shows Gojo pulled out the red energy orb to blast the robot away

"Compared to two years ago, when you witnessed him using his quirk, he's grown more control over it. I can't remember him doing whatever he just did with that much ease when he used whatever moves he's doing."

Nezu said as he rubbed his chin.

Aizawa exhaled through his nose. "Hm.. Hes gotten better, at least from what i can tell, and that's what concerns me."

The other teachers, not knowing what the two of then were talking about, but if those two were having interests in this particular student, they all made a mental note to keep him at the back of their minds.

Nezu's smile turned into a confused expression as he looked through a file.

'Satoru Gojo.. Hmm quirk is called limitless.. yet its description.. there's nothing here.'

He thought to himself

The observation room fell silent for a brief moment as some of the teachers continued watching the boy ignoring the comment, who was now flicking away another robot with a flick of his fingers and another red, laughing to himself.

Midnight smirked.

"Well, I, for one, can't wait to see how the other students try to measure up.. And I especially can't wait to see him in my class." She smiles seductively

Nezu simply chuckled again, closing the file and making a mental note, his small frame standing tall on the console.

"Let's see how far he, and the rest of these wonderful victi-... i mean aspiring heroes will go, shall we?"

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Back on the cityscape woth Gojo

One by one, he lost count of how many robots he'd taken down.

He was sure he's gotten enough points.

But it doesn't hurt to make sure he had more than enough.

'This battle felt almost too easy.'

The thought to himself and laughed

Gojo looked around as he was calmly walking, then suddenly he heard multiple screaming.

He looked in the direction of it, a large building in the way.

He charged up another red and shot it at the building, blasting holes through the walls to the other side and ran in.

One he got there he slowed down and looked around, and saw a a large group of terrified students.

"Heyy what's up gu-"

He said as he walked up to them before turning his head and his smirk slightly faltering as his eyes widened.

A massive shadow loomed over the battlefield.

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