Chapter 95

"Oy Kuro." Tomura stared at the glass that held his drink. The colourless alcohol was reflecting his shape. His now red hair and blue reddish eyes were visible to him.

"Yes, young master." The new Kurogiri replied as he appeared in an instant next to Tomura.

"Tell me."

Tomura turned his eyes, looking at his league's new members. They were strong and motivated persons, who wouldn't mind dying for their goals. Probably they are crazy, as well. No, definitely they are.

They were what he had gained when he had used Stain's reputation – Villains with motivations.

"Tell you what?" Kurogiri said. "Young master."

"Is it like chess or checker?" Tomura asked, "Life."

"Did you notice something different?" Kurogiri asked, not showing any emotion.

Tomura stood up. "In life. There is no king piece. Some pieces can't just get rid of by changing their position. You have to force your way in a severe situation."

Tomura looked at the door.

Just by now, that villain, who he sent earlier, would be here at any moment.

"How, young master?" Kurogiri replied.

Unlike the first Kurogiri, who had died, this one doesn't just agree with whatever Tomura says. The new Kurogiri can form opinions, which Tomura can find to be helpful. Of course, Kurogiri's still his servant.

"How, you ask."

Sighing, Tomura resisted the urge to scratch his neck.

It seems the medicine's effect is getting less.

What's getting on his nerves wasn't the way his servant asked him, but what he thought, a perfect, yet, almost impossible plan.

Tomura continued. "In checker, there is no king. You don't get rid of your opponent by positioning them. You get to do that by forcing them.

"To make your position get better, you need to get to the last lines of your enemies.

"And you can get rid of two pieces in one round,

"Which is what I'm planning to do. "

"Kurogiri didn't sigh and went to clean an empty glass."I see. So that's why you're getting the hero license."

Tomura looked at his new reflection. He didn't tell Kurogiri all of his plans. He wanted to test him, by giving him hits, and see if his servant is smarter than the one before.

"Ah." Tomura nodded. "Getting rid of All Might and Lee starts with that point."

No one knew what Tomura had in his mind.

Suddenly, from this air, a portal appeared.

From it, stepped a masked man who covered his face, and a person who looked exactly like Tomura – the new look – and was walking forward.

"Yo. Boss. Your copy was amazing. It could even pass the hero exam easily." The masked man praised.

This was Twice, a person who can create temporarily clones for himself and the others.

Tomura glanced at him.

Twice's villain costume was a black and grey bodysuit that covered his body completely, along with grey boots. The upper half of his signature mask was grey with white eye sockets while the lower half-covering his mouth was black. Twice also sported red and green wristbands that he stored his measuring tapes in.

The clone of Tomura was made by this person's power.

The clone lifted his hand which had a license there, with his fake ID.

"But sir, how did you know how heroes would act. There was a test, about rescuing, and your clone did the job perfectly. I almost doubted that you're a real hero." Twice asked as he lifted his finger.

Tomura's copy, not only passed the written test, fighting test but the rescuing test, where the heroes' quality is tested.

"I know them very well," Tomura said as he took the identity from his clone, who just dissolved. "I know what cringes me the most."

Looking at his hero license, he felt disgusted from what he had done. He wished that he would rip it to pieces. However, all of this was necessary for a bigger plan.

Walking to the corner, he took by a group of papers. They were fake CVs.

"Young master. Your next step."

Tomura scoffed. "I will go to U.A first-year summer camp before they have their summer. I heard they are asking for employees."

"Do you need anything else?" Kurogiri shook his head.

"Yes, a lot of that medicine, because I may rip my head off." Tomura clenched his teeth. The idea of working as a hero is pissing him off enough. But he could hold himself, temporarily.

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Today we had our last and most important exam in school.

All of us – 1-B's students – were wearing our heroic outfits before being taken to the exam centre.

After being taken to an office in the middle of one of the big false cities that UA has, I stared at the teachers around.

All of them, pro heroes, were here, so the principal.

If this was a usual class, I could think they gathered us for some sort of punishment or whatever.

Wasn't the exam supposed to be fighting some robots?

"Okay, let's talk about what your final exam would be." Kan started speaking, before pointing to the teachers. "Each two of you would form a team and fight a pro hero, who will pretend to be a villain.

"To win, you have either to handcuff him or escape.

"Now, I won't tell you what would happen in case if you failed. Don't overthink that." Kan crossed his arms. He had a resolving facial expression as he said the last part.

It was shocking news for everyone– except for me, who didn't seem to care so much, or for the people who barely show any expressions of shock, such as Reiko or Yui.

I cracked my back and looked at the screen that showed the teams.

1- Neito and Setsuna VS Midnight.

2- Itsuka and Pony VS N13.

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Lee and Reiko vs. All Might.

I blinked twice.

My opponent was All Might.

That surely would be tough without the need to expose my time stop ability.

I had seen him at USJ, and that was his weaker form. Now that I healed him, I may face the one who I had heard about in legends – Web legends about number one hero.

But no worries. I'm stronger as well since then.

I stared at All Might, who gave me his famous bright smile, and he cracked his fists.

'Without showing the Time Stop. All I have to do is just to beat his ass." I determined.

Suddenly, I felt some glance locked at me, a gentle one.

Turning, I saw Reiko, who was wearing a Ninja-like outfit, crossing her arms, leaning her back a bit, and staring at my eyes.

I stared back.

Her hero costume consists of a pale purple, knee-length kimono with a white, furred collar, three dark straps around her waist, black knee-high socks, and a black mask that covers her face from the bridge of her nose down.

Her visible eye was widely opened. After making eye contact for a long, she turned her face.

She said, "Your scarf and mine, looks very matching."

"Right," I said.

"Mmm," she nodded. "Not only our quirks but our clothes as well."

I rolled my eyes.

She doesn't seem to be thinking about who our opponent is, but how our wearing is matching.

Then, there was silence between us. I and Reiko were people of few words. We just observed what's going to happen next.

The first team went to fight, and the screen displayed their fight, while we were waiting for our turn.

"By the way, what's your plan?" She asked.

"Try to assist, and I'll do the rest," I said, as it was the simplest, yet best plan, giving the difference in our abilities.

"What's yours?" If she has a better one, let me hear it.

Reiko frowned a bit and turned her face, not talking.

I thought she may feel offended if she thought of herself as a deadweight. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not putting you down or anything."

"Let's just see." She shoots her head.

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