The second-years stood in UA’s training hall, their “villain” disguises in place. This wasn’t a typical day. Aizawa, Hisashi, Oboro, and you were tasked with testing the first-years by playing the part of villains.

Aizawa spun his capture weapon lazily, his tone calm but firm. “Let them attack first. Watch their moves, and don’t give them too much ground.”

Hisashi stretched, cracking his neck. “Fine by me. The louder they get, the better I’ll sound!” His grin was sharp, ready for the chaos ahead.

Oboro adjusted his goggles, already buzzing with energy. “They’ll rush in for sure. Let’s make ‘em sweat a bit. This fog’s gonna mess with their heads.”

The door creaked open, and the first-years charged in without hesitation, quirks blazing as they tried to overwhelm their opponents.

Oboro leaned in, grinning. “Here’s the plan: I’ll start with smoke, Aizawa takes down the rushers, Hisashi keeps them disoriented, and you hang back for now. Let’s keep it interesting.”

Hizashi laughed, his Voice Quirk amplifying the sound into a disorienting boom. “Better think fast, kiddos!” His voice echoed, forcing the first-years to falter as they struggled to figure out their opponents’ positions.

Aizawa, silent and precise, moved like a shadow. His scarf lashed out, capturing one of the students who had charged recklessly. His Erasure Quirk rendered them powerless, leaving them to struggle uselessly against his restraint.

The first-years hesitated, their initial confidence crumbling. The “villains” hadn’t even gone all out, yet they were already struggling to regroup.

Oboro chuckled, his voice cutting through the fog. “This is all they’ve got? Come on, you’re supposed to be heroes!”

The second-years watched patiently, letting the first-years exhaust themselves. This was their lesson: charge in without a plan, and the enemy will always take control. The real fight had only just begun.