Jun had changed into clothes he knew were easy to move in, stretching as he took in those who were in the same area as him.
Most are no-names. I think I recognize one or two of them, but not enough for names.
His eyes landed on the blonde spiky hair kid near the front of the crowd.
And of course, I'm in the same area as him.
Bakugo frowned, sensing someone staring at him. "You wanna die, Extra?"
Jun ignored him. People like him like to know they make a splash. Treating him like air is the greatest rage-bait I can throw at him.
Bakugo growled but focused forward. "Fucking coward."
Internally rolling his eyes, Jun thought about the test. #1 will need Acid and Flame Shaping for this.
For myself… Perfect Duplicate is a permanent slot, Sweat Less and Heavy Touch are probably the best I have left.
"AAAAND START!"
Everyone looked up at the central tower in confusion.
Not Jun.
While the rest were distracted by Present Mic's starting taunt, Jun had already created #1, passing over the predetermined orbs to the clone.
It wasn't even a second after Jun made it past the gates of the replica city when Bakugo blew past him in an explosion. "Nice try, Extra!!!"
Jun gritted his teeth, taking a sharp left as the clone followed a step behind.
"#1, Get ready to be thrown."
#1 nodded as a 2-pointer crashed down in front of them, its red eyes gleaming. "TARGET CONFIRMED. MURDER!!"
Jun reached back for #1's hand, activating Heavy Touch, sliding to a stop as he hurled #1 forward.
#1 jumped into the throw as he accelerated. When he hit the ground, he rolled underneath the bot, touching the joints with acid-covered hands. "Prime! It's ready!"
#1 dodged the tail-like limb of the 2-pointer as it slammed into the ground, Jun dropped low tackling the tail as he activated Heavy Touch on himself.
His increased mass slammed into the tail, snapping it from its already weakened joint.
Sparks sprayed out from the damaged joint and #1's eyes narrowed, focusing on those sparks as he clenched his fist at his side.
The small sparks all converged into the damaged tail joint, causing an explosion that made the 2-pointer sway and collapse.
#1 didn't hesitate, already pulling Jun up. "That's 2 points."
Jun nodded. "In less than a minute."
A plume of smoke and dust caught their attention, and they immediately sprinted toward it.
By the time the first minute was up, they'd only managed to take down a 1-pointer after sprinting two streets to reach it.
During the second minute, they crossed paths with another examinee and together brought down a 3-pointer.
Seeing that 3-pointers had missile silos, Jun and #1 baited an approaching one to take out multiple 1-pointers and 2-pointers.
That plan died fast once Bakugo exploded the 3-pointer and kept charging deeper into the field.
At the end of the fifth minute, Jun and #1 were already breathing hard. But then they spotted a 1-pointer and a 2-pointer about to gang up on someone.
Jun picked up a piece of rubble, activating Heavy Touch as he threw.
It clanged against the 1-pointer's head as it snapped around. "NEW TARGET CONFIRMED."
Jun took a deep breath. "#1… keep the 2-pointer right there."
He pointed at the entrance of a parking garage.
#1 immediately understood as he sprinted past the 1-pointer to get the 2-pointer's attention.
The 1-pointer charged at Jun as he ran.
Jun led the 1-pointer up into the 3rd floor of the garage, running to the concrete railing before turning around. "C'mon!"
The bot rolled forward with menace as its mechanical voice blurted out. "MURDER!!"
As soon as it came into range, Jun touched it with Heavy Touch.
The bot's mass increased causing its internal parts to go haywire as it tried to stop itself from its charge before slamming through the concrete barrier.
Down below, #1 looked up just after dodging another slam from the 2-pointer's tail. "Prime!!"
Jun and the 1-pointer dropped through the air, his heartbeat hammering in his ears. "#1!"
#1 dodged another swipe, placing his foot on the 2-pointer's tail using it to launch upwards.
They grabbed hands, Jun activating Heavy Touch as #1's increased weight slowed his momentum.
The 1-pointer SLAMMED into the 2-pointer destroying them both.
Jun and #1 tumbled on the ground and rolled together from the momentum of the fall.
When they came to a stop, Jun groaned. I forgot to turn off Heavy Touch.
He let go of #1, the clone's mass returned to normal as he rolled off Jun. "Prime… you're an idiot."
They both laughed as they laid there.
But even that was interrupted as the ground started to rumble.
#1 looked up. "The 0-pointer…"
Jun looked up as well, seeing the massive robot starting to move.
"God dammit." Jun hauled himself up, pulling #1 up with him.
"You're not thinking of going towards that, are you?"
Jun sighed. "Nah. We don't have the firepower for it."
#1 raised an eyebrow. "But?"
"Buuuuut, there's plenty of bots left if we're smart."
"And you want the other points."
Jun snapped his fingers with a smirk. "You're so smart, me."
#1 groaned, stretching out his back. "Then let's stop wasting time."
Jun smiled as he sprinted towards the 0-pointer. "Keep a wide berth! It's huge!"
#1 didn't answer as he split off from Jun, heading in a different direction.
Good, now's the time to farm hero and villain points.
Jun jumped off a wall, grabbing the edge of a fire escape, quickly climbing up.
From the vantage point, he saw the 0-pointer in all its glory. It was absolutely massive.
But it was a few streets away, probably drawn to Bakugo's explosions.
In the opposite direction, he saw a smoke pillar get blown away. There.
He pushed off the wall, guiding himself down jump by jump until he hit the street in a roll and broke into a sprint.
Turning the corner, he saw an orange hair girl expand her fist into a 2-pointer, crashing it away.
A 1-pointer was still approaching her side, so Jun sped up, running up some rubble before jumping into a kick to the 1-pointer's head.
Jun activated Heavy Touch just for the extra oomph, as the 1-pointer's head crashed into the ground, breaking into pieces.
The girl spun around already in a fighting pose. "I had that."
Jun shrugged. "Didn't look worth risking."
The girl relaxed slightly. "And you were supposed to be?"
Jun leaned against a wall. "Just somebody with good timing."
"Besides, the exam should be ending in about… now?"
The girl raised an eyebrow, as if waiting. "Are you sure-"
"THE EXAM IS OVER!!!"
The girl glared at the tower. "Is that your quirk?"
Jun laughed. "No. I just have a good internal clock."
The girl grumbled. "Fine, then at least tell me who you are."
Jun put a hand out. "Junya Mori, my quirk is Perfect Duplicate."
The girl shook his hand. "Itsuka Kendo, my quirk is Big Fist."
Jun laughed, giving her hand a small shake. "No kidding, you punched that 2-pointer into next week."
Kendo smirked, nodding to the 1-pointer. "Yet you decided I needed help from that?"
"Eh, probably not. But helping never hurts."
Kendo snorted. "Tell that to my score."
"True. 1 point is 1 point."
Jun let go of the hand feeling the familiar rush of a bond forming in his internal space. "Well, since the exam ended, should I walk you out?"
Kendo narrowed her eyes with no real heat. "Oh? Playing it smooth now? Well, I won't refuse, for now."
She started walking ahead of him, before he jogged to catch up.
***
[#1's PoV right after he separated from Prime.]
Prime's going to get some points at least.
#1 hopped from rubble to rubble, trying to find one last bot.
The 0-pointer is getting closer…
That's when #1 saw it, a 3-pointer scrambling away from the destruction of the 0-pointer.
Acid and Flame shaping need to be subtle. No need to create headaches for us.
Rolling his shoulders, #1 ran at the lone 3-pointer.
The 3-pointer saw him coming, releasing a volley of missiles.
#1 kept running, sliding under the missiles, using flame shaping to stop their ignition mid-flight.
They fell dead in the air cracking into the rubble. Some exploded, others didn't.
#1 came out of the slide, rolling to the 3-pointers side.
The bot tried to swivel around but #1 had already gotten a hand on the silos.
As the bot swiveled to meet him, #1 was pulled up out of the way.
Using his hold, he pulled himself on top of the 3-pointer, kicking at the spent silo. As he did so, he made sure to drip acid onto the joint.
The silo gave way after the fourth kick, causing the 3-pointer to lurch to its heavier side.
#1 held tight as the 3 pointer fought to keep itself upright, but from the corner of his eye, saw the 0-pointer take notice.
He gritted his teeth, pushing the live silo to aim at the Zero-pointer.
Acid coated his hands as he hit the joint of the 3 pointer's silo, generating a spark from live wire that was used to ignite the interior of the silo.
The explosion from the silo sent #1 flying off, rolling heavy on the dirt. "Fuck… bad idea…"
Looking up, he saw the small missiles pepper the 0-pointer as the 3-pointer self-imploded.
*"THE EXAM IS OVER!!!"*
#1 let out a breath, allowing himself to continue laying down.
He put a hand to his side. I think I broke a rib… better get to Prime before I go unconscious.
He hauled himself as medics came around. "You alright, Kid?"
"Yeah, just trying to find my original. So if you could point me to the entrance."
The medic looked confused by the wording, but pointed in the direction. "Are you sure you want to refuse medical aid?"
"I'm fine. Trust me." #1 hobbled along, and before long he spotted Prime walking with yet another pretty girl.
"This bastard."