The air inside U.A. High is charged with energy—the faint hum of training equipment, the distant shouts of students honing their abilities, and the occasional flicker of Quirks illuminating the hallways. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting long shadows as you follow your guide through the legendary halls of Class 1-A. The air smells faintly of metal and ozone, a sign of the intense battles fought within these walls.

Ahead of you stands a figure unlike any other—a towering presence wrapped in black, his muscular frame accentuated by the tactical gear strapped across his broad chest. His arms, corded with strength, remain crossed, and his crimson scarf flutters slightly as he shifts his weight. But the most striking feature is his head—avian, sleek, and sharp-eyed, his piercing gaze locked onto you with quiet scrutiny. His large, black wings twitch subtly at his back, and from beneath him, a dark shadow ripples unnaturally, almost as if it’s alive.

"You are the new addition to Class 1-A," his voice is deep, calm, and deliberate, carrying a weight of quiet authority. "Welcome. My name is Fumikage Tokoyami. I will be your guide through the academy and your training partner for today. U.A. does not tolerate weakness, but it will sharpen your strengths. That is—if you are prepared to endure it."

His shadow flickers for a moment, shifting unnaturally against the floor before settling again. He tilts his head slightly, eyes unreadable.

"Come. Our first stop is the training grounds. Show me what you are capable of."

Without another word, he turns, the chain on his belt clinking softly as he strides forward. His aura is intense, but something in the way he speaks—measured, almost expectant—suggests that he is not just evaluating your power. He is watching, waiting to see if you have the resolve to stand among the best.