The story of a hero in my hero academia

At school

"Ahhh," I sighed. I hate school. It's not that I hate learning — it's just that I don't have anything to learn here, and I'm wasting my time. Precious time that I could be using to train my quirk or my body.

Shinso, my desk mate, passed me a note that said, "Are you starting kendo today?" I answered him with a note, trying not to get caught by the teacher: "Yes, I'm starting at 3 pm. Will you come?" He responded with a serious nod, like a proud samurai.

At 3 pm

Right now, I'm entering the gym reserved for the kendo team, along with other first-timers. At the entrance, we were welcomed by a huge man with gray hair and a very scary expression. Out of nowhere, he started shouting:

"Move, little sissies! Here we train fighters, not little frail brats. From today onward, I am your sensei. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to kneel, you kneel. If I tell you to sit for three hours, you sit for three damn hours. Do you understand?"

I only heard some weak mumbling until he repeated, "AM I CLEAR?!" At that shout, we responded in unison: "HAI SENSEI!"

"Now start running until you drop dead on the ground." At his words, we started running.

Damn, this old man is surely old-school, but I don't dislike it. Look at how he already started disciplining us from the beginning — I respect that.

30 minutes later

All the kids are already on the floor, half dead, and I'm the only one still running. Some kids dropped after five minutes, others at ten, and some even continued running until fifteen minutes passed. After that, I was the only one still running, all alone.

"Okay, you can stop, blondie," said the old man. After that, I heard him muttering, "It seems we have someone decent this time." Hehehe, what a tsundere.

I wasn't tired at all. I only sweat a little, enough for a warm-up.

After that, he gave each of us a bamboo sword and started teaching many types of sword strikes and combinations. After an hour of this, he said to us, "Okay, now go to the changing room, and you will find some armor that should fit you."

After changing, we regrouped in the gym.

"Each of you now choose a partner to spar with. Remember, all the flashy swordplay doesn't matter. The only important thing is to strike the enemy's weak points. And remember the rules," said the old sensei.

After that, I chose a kid in the same grade as me. Needless to say, I beat him with the first move.

"Come on, I need a real challenge," I muttered, which the sensei seemed to have heard.

Oops, well, it's true.

"Oh, we have an arrogant brat here. Yuto, come here and spar with this boy," said the old man, at which a boy with a smirk on his face approached. He stood at 150 cm (4 ft 11 in), with black hair and black eyes; he must be about 13 years old.

Oh, the old man wants to put me in my place. Okay, challenge accepted.

As we prepared, the gym was silent — even in the stands.

"Hajime!" (Start!) shouted sensei.

At his signal, my enemy attacked me with a vertical slash, almost mocking me . I could have parried it easily, but I decided to evade and bolt towards my enemy. Under his incredulous look, I slashed him directly on the head. I might have even heard a crack, like when you crack a coconut.

He fainted instantly on the floor.

The first to react was Shinso in the stands, who started clapping his hands, and then everyone followed.

Shinso, clap all you want — now you don't even know that I will use you as my dummy for practice.

What followed was a real standing ovation.

Meanwhile, the old sensei was incredulous, but then broke into a grin with a glint in his eyes, like he had found a gem.

"I will make him a champion," he said, still incredulous.