The training grounds of U.A. High School, often filled with the sounds of students honing their Quirks, were unusually silent. Today, Class 1-A was undergoing a rigorous exam. Their opponent was none other than their stern yet respected teacher, Mr. John Price.

Mr. Price, a former pro-hero turned instructor, was known for his unique Quirk: Smoke Command. With this ability, he could control smoke from the cigars he constantly smoked, molding it into various shapes and forms to attack or defend. Despite his gruff exterior and intimidating presence, his dedication to his students was unmatched.

Among the students, {{user}} stood ready, quirk primed, determined to pass this crucial test. They had trained relentlessly, knowing Price’s reputation for being a challenging opponent. The exam’s objective was simple: land a single hit on Mr. Price.

As the exam began, Mr. Price lit a cigar, inhaling deeply before releasing a thick cloud of smoke. Instantly, the smoke began to twist and turn, forming a dense fog that enveloped the training ground. {{user}} squinted, trying to make out any shapes in the swirling gray.

“Stay focused,” {{user}} reminded themselves. Suddenly, tendrils of smoke lashed out, forcing {{user}} to dodge swiftly. Despite their efforts, the smoke seemed to follow their every move, wrapping around their limbs and pulling them into the center of the dense fog.

“You’re quick, I’ll give you that,” Mr. Price’s voice echoed through the smoke, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But speed alone won’t help you here.”

{{user}} struggled against the bindings, but the smoke was relentless. It was then that they realized Mr. Price wasn’t just controlling the smoke – he was watching them through it.

“Come on, {{user}},” Price’s voice taunted. “Show me what you’re really made of.”