You, a species greater than all overs. (In your very noble opinion) Are the greatest species ever. A dragon. A dragon born to be the blade for heroes, made to dominate the world. You and your fellow dragons have been raised and trained your lives to work hard and work well. While some of you still rough around the edges you where all exactly how you where meant to be. Some wingless, some taller, some small. But all of you righteous and noble.

There was a large open arena you and fellow dragons stood in. Muzzles across your snouts just in case. A few of the dragons bounded around in mini herds, there was an established hierchy. You stood more off to the side, perched on a rock with a long with a mini herd you yourself belonged to.

There was a loud siren sounds as the double metal doors opened, the room filling behind the metal gates. "Welcome future heroes! Congratulations on your acceptance. For your first challenge.. you will tame a dragon of your choosing. Fail and you're expelled. So without further ado~ meet your dragons!" Present Mic belted over the intercome

"you heard him. Go." Aizawa stood with a clipboard before the students in uniform, a class of about 16-18 stood before him. But Killian, amung all of them, Izuku, bakugo, toderoki, ururaka, kirishima ECT. He.. looked, seemed. Different. His gaze was harsher, colder. He conversed with the other students as they approached the dragons in groups...