The four days passed quickly. In no time, the day of the final round had arrived.Now, the four students gathered once again in the simulated city — each entering from a different gate.
This time, however, they weren't alone.Waiting somewhere within were the two mysterious figures everyone had been talking about for months: the Dynamic Duo.
Until now, no one had seen their faces. Not once.It was strange — they were famous throughout U.A., yet not a single photo or name had ever been shared.You'd think the teachers would have introduced them, or at least given a hint. But no — they'd been strictly forbidden from investigating the pair.
Snipe had made it clear: heroes must be ready for the unexpected.
And so, the final test began under a blanket of uncertainty.
The setting was the largest simulation area of all: Campus A — a sprawling urban replica filled with towering skyscrapers, narrow alleys, and vast open streets. It was designed to mimic the heart of a real city — high rooftops, dark tunnels, and all.
Now, they were completely lost inside it.
Their watches and the teachers had gone silent since the night before, save for a single message that had appeared hours ago:
"Time for the next stage: 10:00:00.When the timer reaches zero, you must be inside Campus A – Great City.Anyone outside the perimeter will be disqualified."
And that was it.
No rules. No instructions. No hints.
So they waited — scattered across the city's entry points, watching the timer tick down second by second.
Raiden glanced at his watch. The numbers were closing in on zero, yet nothing happened. The stillness made him uneasy.
He sighed, and without hesitation, let the familiar light cover his arm. His body shifted, his form changing — flesh giving way to psychic armor.In an instant, Mewtwo stood where Raiden had been.
The last battle against the red cat had pushed him further — his level had risen, and with it, his strength.
As the timer finally hit 0:00:00, the screen on his watch changed.No sound. No alarm. Just a single line of text:
"Do not step outside the perimeter."
Nothing more.
Mewtwo frowned. "No instructions?" he muttered, scanning his surroundings.
The perimeter must mean the city itself… I'd better move deeper. If something throws me out, I'll lose immediately.
With that thought, he floated a few inches above the ground and advanced into the city's depths.
He analyzed what little he knew — which was almost nothing.
First, they had been told to arrive before the timer ended.Now, they had been warned not to leave the perimeter.
The most logical conclusion?
Something — or someone — will try to force us out.
It was the best theory he could come up with. There was no more information to work from.
He hadn't seen any other students — not his classmates, not the fourth-years, not even a shadow of them.But that was no surprise. The city was vast; finding anyone here could take a good couple of minutes.
Now that I think about it, he mused, gliding past a cracked glass building, why did the fourth-years even join? They've got only one semester left to hold the title of the Dynamic Duo. Maybe there's some kind of extra benefit involved…
He continued moving aimlessly through the silent streets.But even if his path seemed random, his mind — and his guard — never dropped.
His telekinesis stretched outward like a net, scanning for any trace of life, any movement, any anomaly that could hint at what this test truly was.
"...I just don't get it." nothing happened, until he finally sensed something
Something was coming.
no, someone.
Mewtwo's thought trailed off when he suddenly noticed someone emerging through a nearby wall.It was Mirio.
Finally — a familiar face.
Both of them froze for a second, exchanging a puzzled look before Mirio broke the silence with a sheepish grin.
"Aaand now what? I don't have any instructions." exclaimed Mirio.
"Neither do I," replied Mewtwo, glancing down at his watch. The screen was blank — no commands, no timer, nothing.After a brief pause, he added, "Let's look for the others?"
"Yeah," Mirio nodded. "Maybe something'll happen once we're together."
They began walking side by side through the empty streets, their footsteps echoing faintly between the steel buildings. The air was still — unnervingly so.
Then, a glimmer of yellow light appeared above them.
Nejire.
She floated gracefully overhead, spiraling in lazy circles as the glow of her energy trailed behind her like a comet. Her expression was one of curiosity mixed with confusion.
"Neeeee! What's happening?!" she shouted as she spotted them, swooping down with a wave.
Both Mirio and Mewtwo shrugged at the same time, their faces saying it all — no clue.
A moment later, they spotted movement farther away — Tamaki descending cautiously from a nearby rooftop, heading toward the center of the city.
"Heeey! Tamaaakiii!" Mirio called out, waving his arms dramatically.
Tamaki looked up, saw them, and immediately began gliding down to join the group.
Now, for the first time since the stage began, all four stood together in the middle of the silent city.
Mewtwo's eyes narrowed slightly, a faint glow running through them. Then, without opening his mouth, his voice echoed in their minds — smooth, calm, and unmistakably psychic.
"There are two people watching us. They're from the fourth year. I think they're assessing the situation."
Mirio's reply came back instantly, his tone light but cautious."Are they going to attack?"
Mewtwo analyzed the area for a second longer before answering."I don't think so. They're observing for now. They're behind the building to my left. What do you think — if we all look that way at once, maybe we can spook them a little?"
Nejire giggled softly. "Hehe, that sounds fun."Tamaki sighed. "You're impossible…"But even he smiled faintly.
The four of them turned to face the same direction, perfectly synchronized.
On the other side of the street, two shadows stiffened.
The Dynamic Duo — a man and a woman, both fourth-years — were crouched behind the edge of a rooftop, watching the younger heroes below.
They still didn't understand how this stage worked either, but one thing was certain:The four students before them were rivals.
They had held the title of Dynamic Duo for almost a year now, and they fully intended to keep it until graduation.Letting the newcomers take it away wasn't an option — not yet.
Then, suddenly — a voice rang inside their heads.
"Come out. Hiding is pointless."
Both of them froze.
The four students below turned their heads in perfect unison, their eyes locking directly on the Duo's hiding spot.
A cold shiver crawled down the older students' backs.
Just how did they know they were there?
Both members of the Dynamic Duo were more than surprised by the turn of events. They stepped out from where they'd been hiding and faced the four younger students. Instinctively, they began to analyze the situation. They were up against the best of the best — even if these kids were only second-years, they had clearly earned their place here.
"So… you're the famous second-years, huh?" said one of them. "We've heard a lot about you these last four days. My classmates said you were strong — that they didn't stand a chance."
He was a boy, fairly ordinary in appearance. His black hair was cut in a stiff, helmet-like shape, and his build was thin — not the kind of physique one expected from a top U.A. student. In fact, his appearance was almost disappointing. But looks could be deceiving. If he'd reached this point, his strength had to be real.
The second member of the Duo was quite the opposite — tall and broad, with a heavy frame that contrasted completely with his partner's slim figure. Together they looked almost comical, like a mismatched comedy pair rather than two of U.A.'s elite.
The skinny one was the first to speak. "I'm Doro. This is Hagane. Pleasure to meet you. I suppose we're in separate groups, but none of us seem to know what the test is. We were only observing to see if we had to fight, but now that we're all here and nothing's happened… maybe we're supposed to figure it out together."
"I agree," Mirio said, scratching the back of his head. "It's weird, though. U.A. wouldn't just make all of us winners. So… what now?"
All six of them stood in a loose circle, exchanging confused looks. No one had an answer. It was surreal — six of the strongest students in U.A., standing in the middle of an empty city, waiting for something that refused to happen.
Then Mewtwo's voice echoed in their minds, sharp and sudden.
"Watch out!"
In an instant, he pushed everyone away with a psychic burst, widening the space between them. At that same moment, something massive crashed down in the middle of their group, shaking the ground and sending debris flying in every direction.
Mewtwo reacted immediately, pulling his three classmates close and forming a barrier around them. The other two — Doro and Hagane — were too far to reach in time.
Even before the dust cleared, Mewtwo's telepathic voice rang again in everyone's head.
"Be careful — we're in deep trouble. It's All Might."
The words hit like a jolt of electricity. Everyone processed it as fast as they could.
Before they could even respond, their watches beeped.
"Beat the villain."
That was all it said.
Inside the cloud of dust, a deep, booming voice rose.
"Young heroes—"
But before All Might could even finish his first sentence, a shadow ball shot straight toward his face.
Caught off guard, he raised his arm to block it. The impact made him step back — heavier than he'd expected. He had underestimated their power. The projectile veered off and exploded against a nearby building.
"That was quite rude, young Rai—"
Again, he couldn't finish. Mewtwo had already launched a Swift attack. Dozens of glowing stars streaked toward him.
All Might grinned and countered with a flurry of punches, each one detonating the incoming projectiles before they could hit him.
But he wasn't just facing Mewtwo. From above, a massive hammer made of seashells and tentacles swung down at him. At the same time, a spiraling beam of yellow energy came flying his way, and Mirio appeared from below with a strike aimed at his chest.
All Might's grin widened. The sheer chaos of it was incredible. These kids — the moment their watches gave them an order, they didn't hesitate for even a second. They saw him, heard "villain," and attacked with full force.
He wasn't sure whether to admire them or scold them for their recklessness. He had planned to make a grand entrance, introduce himself as the villain, give them time to prepare — but clearly, that wasn't how things were going to go.
He weaved between their attacks, dodging with ease but still impressed by the coordination. One of them he couldn't touch — the psychic boy inside his translucent barrier — while the others fought from range. Their teamwork was immediate and instinctive.
"One close-range fighter and three long-range," he muttered, analyzing as he moved.
Then he noticed movement behind him. The skinny fourth-year, Doro, dissolved into a wave of brown mud that surged toward All Might, grabbing at his ankles and holding him in place.
The larger student, Hagane, followed up, his body swelling and sprouting metallic spikes before rolling forward like a massive spiked cannonball.
All Might smirked. The ground cracked under the impact of their combined attacks — strong, yes, but still far from enough. He wrenched his legs free, caught the spiked mass with one hand, and threw it aside before dodging another blow from Mirio.
Now he had a clear view of everyone's quirks — and his eyes immediately locked onto the floating psychic figure at the back.
"The long-distance one first," he muttered.
He could tell at a glance: the barrier boy relied on defense and ranged power. Physically, he had to be the weakest of the six. His attacks were annoying, persistent — and dangerous if left unchecked.
Mewtwo was his first target.