My hero academia(MHA):dual sword weilder

Location: U.A. High School – Gymnasium

Izuku Midoriya stood among his classmates, his heart pounding in his chest. The gymnasium buzzed with nervous energy, but he did his best to push it aside. Today was the Quirk Apprehension Test, and his abilities would be put to the test. This was the moment to show what he was capable of, even though he was still figuring out how to fully control his quirk.

Aizawa stood in front of them, his tired eyes scanning the students with little emotion. His voice was flat and unamused as always.

“You’ll be tested on a variety of different physical skills, each one designed to measure how effectively you can use your quirk,” Aizawa said. “Fail this test, and you’ll be sent home.”@@novelbin@@

Izuku’s stomach churned. He had to prove himself. He had to show everyone that he wasn’t just some weakling. He clenched his fists, taking a deep breath.

The first event was the softball throw.

Softball Throw

Izuku watched as Bakugo stepped forward with his usual confident grin, ready to show off. The Explosion quirk that Bakugo wielded was devastating, and there was no doubt that he would blow away the competition. Bakugo hurled the ball with a ferocity that made the air around them crackle. It shot into the sky like a missile, landing 800 meters away. The class stared in awe at the result, but Izuku tried to ignore it. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by Bakugo.

Now, it was his turn.

Izuku swallowed hard and took the ball in his hands. He had to use his wind sword. It was the only way to make up for the lack of strength he had. He focused, channeling the air around him, concentrating on the ball, and releasing a gust of wind to propel it as far as he could.

The ball soared through the air, the wind guiding it further than his own strength ever could. It landed with a solid thud, and Izuku exhaled in relief. He glanced at the scoreboard.

“Distance: 700 meters,” Aizawa read out.

Izuku’s heart swelled with a sense of accomplishment. It wasn’t at the top, but it was a solid result. He was far from Bakugo’s level, but he wasn’t as weak as he feared. He could still improve.

50-Meter Dash

After the softball throw, the next test was the 50-meter dash. Izuku’s legs felt heavy as he watched his classmates prepare. The race would measure their speed, and with One For All not yet at full strength, he wasn’t sure how fast he could go.

Izuku stepped up to the starting line, his breath coming in short bursts. His palms were sweating, but he had no choice but to give it everything he had. The moment the signal was given, Izuku surged forward, using his wind sword to boost his speed. The wind swirled around him, propelling him faster than his legs could manage on their own.

He pushed himself to the limit, his heart racing as the finish line came into view. The moment his feet hit the mark, he stopped and gasped for breath, panting heavily.

“Time: 3.4 seconds,” Aizawa read, his voice unchanged.

It wasn’t as fast as Bakugo, but it wasn’t bad either. Izuku’s legs felt like jelly, and he realized just how much energy he had expended. Still, he was glad to have made it through without falling behind.

Standing Long Jump

Next up was the Standing Long Jump. Izuku watched as the other students took their turns. Some were impressive, leaping effortlessly across the sand. Others struggled, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was how he

He took a deep breath, focused on his feet, and jumped forward with all his strength. As he leaped, the wind sword behind him kicked in, giving him that extra push he needed to make it farther.

“Distance: 6.5 meters,” Aizawa read with little interest.

It wasn’t a world record, but it was a decent result. Izuku felt a little winded but relieved that he hadn’t made a fool of himself.

Shuttle Run

The final event was the Shuttle Run. This test required speed and agility, and Izuku was determined not to fall behind. As the whistle blew, he sprinted across the floor, using his wind sword to give him bursts of speed. His heart pounded in his chest as he made the turns, trying to conserve energy while pushing himself to the limit.

When the final whistle blew, Izuku collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily. The strain was starting to get to him, but he had done his best.

“Time: 15 seconds,” Aizawa said.

Results

After the events were finished, the students gathered around as Aizawa began reading the results. Bakugo’s performance had been outstanding, as expected, but Izuku was happy with his own results. His performance might not have been the best, but it was more than enough to prove that he belonged here.

Izuku looked around at the others. Todoroki, Uraraka, and the others had all given strong performances. Despite not being at the top, Izuku felt a sense of camaraderie with his classmates. Everyone was doing their best, and that was all that mattered.

As the students made their way back to the classroom, Izuku couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. The first day had been intense, but he knew this was just the beginning. There would be more challenges ahead, but he was ready to face them.

He looked at the others in his class, feeling a sense of determination building inside him. “I’ll become a hero,” he thought to himself. “No matter what, I won’t give up.”

This version focuses entirely on Izuku Midoriya’s perspective while keeping the events from the original manga intact. His actions, thoughts, and reactions are the main focus, and the other characters are referenced in terms of their performances without any additional POV. Let me know if you’d like further adjustments!

Got it! Here's the revised chapter with dialogue from other characters included while maintaining Izuku Midoriya's perspective. This version will show interactions between the characters during the Quirk Apprehension Test.

Chapter 3: The First Day at U.A. and the Quirk Apprehension Test (Izuku's POV)

Location: U.A. High School – Gymnasium

Izuku Midoriya stood among his classmates, feeling a nervous tension in the air. Today was the Quirk Apprehension Test, where they would show off their skills and strength. He tried to focus on the task ahead, though the anxiety in his chest was almost suffocating. Today, his quirk would finally be tested properly, and there was no turning back.

Aizawa stood in front of them, his tired eyes scanning the group. His expression remained indifferent as usual.

"Listen up, this is your first test at U.A.," Aizawa said, his voice flat. "Each of you will undergo a series of physical tests. Show us what you’re made of. Fail, and you can forget about staying here."

Izuku’s heart pounded. He knew how hard this test was going to be, and with his quirk still being unpredictable, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Still, he had to push through. He couldn't afford to let himself fail.

The first event was the softball throw.

Softball Throw

Bakugo was first to step forward, a smirk plastered on his face. “Get ready to watch me blow this away,” he muttered, already brimming with confidence. His palms sparked with his explosive quirk, and with a sharp, explosive motion, he threw the ball.

The air around them vibrated as the ball soared, shooting off like a missile. It landed with a boom in the distance, well past the 800-meter mark.

“Distance: 800 meters,” Aizawa stated, unfazed by the spectacle.

“Tch. Not bad.” Bakugo scoffed, wiping his hands on his pants.

Izuku felt his stomach churn as he watched. He could never compete with Bakugo’s power. His quirk was… well, still something he didn’t fully understand.

Now, it was his turn.

Izuku stepped forward and held the softball in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to focus. He needed to control the wind with his sword, channeling the air to propel the ball as far as he could. As he threw the ball, a blast of wind followed, pushing the ball forward.

The ball flew high and fast, gliding through the air, thanks to the gusts of wind propelling it. It landed in the distance, and Izuku exhaled in relief.

“Distance: 700 meters,” Aizawa said, noting the result.

Izuku looked over at Bakugo, who just shook his head.

“Pfft. It’s nothing special.” Bakugo crossed his arms, but Izuku didn’t let it bother him. He had done his best. That’s all that mattered.

50-Meter Dash

After the softball throw, the next event was the 50-meter dash. Izuku glanced at the starting line. His legs felt heavy, and though his wind sword had helped with his last test, he wasn’t sure how he could use it effectively here. Still, he couldn’t hold back now.

The whistle blew, and the students shot forward. Izuku pushed himself into a sprint, trying to use his quirk to boost his speed. The wind swirled around him, aiding him, but he still wasn’t as fast as some of the others. He could feel the weight of his legs slowing him down as he neared the finish line.

“Time: 3.4 seconds,”

Izuku wiped his brow. It wasn’t a top score, but he didn’t feel terrible about it. He looked over at Bakugo, who had finished in 2.6 seconds with a smug grin.

“Pathetic,” Bakugo sneered, not even pretending to hide his disdain.

Izuku’s cheeks flushed, but he kept his gaze forward. It didn’t matter what Bakugo thought. He was here to improve, not to compete with him. Still, that feeling of inadequacy gnawed at him.

Standing Long Jump

Next up was the Standing Long Jump, and Izuku tried to push his nerves aside. He could hear some of his classmates whispering behind him. “I think Todoroki’s gonna blow this away,” one of them said.

Izuku glanced at Todoroki, who was standing a bit away, looking disinterested. He hadn’t really spoken much since they arrived. His Half-Cold Half-Hot quirk was powerful, and Izuku wasn’t sure how he would perform. Would he use his ice to give him a boost, or was he planning to do it on his own?

When it was his turn, Izuku closed his eyes and tried to focus. He ran a few steps before pushing off with his legs, using a gust of wind to propel him higher into the air. He flew across the sand, landing with a soft thud.

“Distance: 6.5 meters,” Aizawa read.

Izuku’s heart sank. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. He glanced at the others. Todoroki jumped an impressive 8 meters, and Uraraka, who was next, floated through the air with her gravity quirk, landing at 7.2 meters. She beamed with a smile as she landed.

“Whew! That was so fun!” Uraraka laughed, grinning at the others.

Izuku smiled a little at her energy. Despite how he felt, he couldn’t help but appreciate the way she carried herself.

Shuttle Run

The last test was the Shuttle Run. Everyone was tired after the previous events, but this one was all about speed and agility. Todoroki was first up again, his face showing no emotion. He darted across the floor, using his ice to slide, and then switched to fire to push himself even faster. He finished with a time of 10.8 seconds, impressive as always.

Izuku stepped up next, feeling the strain of the other tests weighing on him. The whistle blew, and he shot forward, pushing his body past its limits. He used his wind sword to speed up, skidding around the corners of the course. His breath came in ragged gasps, but he didn’t stop.

When he crossed the finish line, he looked up at the timer.

“Time: 15.2 seconds,” Aizawa read.

Izuku felt his chest tighten. It wasn’t a great time, but it wasn’t disastrous either. He glanced over at Todoroki, who was wiping ice off his shoulder with a small sigh.

“You could’ve been faster if you pushed harder,” Todoroki muttered, not looking at Izuku.

Izuku nodded in acknowledgment, although it stung a bit. Still, he wasn’t going to let it get to him. He had to keep improving.

Results

The tests concluded, and everyone was exhausted. Aizawa began to read out the results, starting with Bakugo’s explosive performance.

“Bakugo, 800 meters on the throw. 2.6 seconds on the dash.”

Bakugo grinned smugly, puffing out his chest as though he’d already won. “You’d better step it up, extras.”

Then, it was Izuku’s turn. He had been holding his breath.

“Midoriya, 700 meters on the throw. 3.4 seconds on the dash. 6.5 meters on the jump. 15.2 seconds on the shuttle run.”

Izuku bowed his head, feeling the weight of his classmates’ eyes on him. He didn’t expect to be at the top, but this was only the beginning. The test wasn’t over yet.

He looked around at his classmates—Uraraka, Todoroki, and the others—feeling that burning determination. This wasn’t the end. He was just getting started.