"Unlimited blades styles: First style."

The moment he said those words, wound formed on his arms and a large quantity of blood flowed out from tem before forming a pool of blood floating behind him.

Then, the pool rippled before ten large blades slowly took form and took position around him, forming a circle. From afar, It looked like he was surrounded by bodyguards on all sides.

His preparation done, Kuroha jumped on his hoverboard and went as high as possible.

Frankly, he was sure that he could beat them with just his martial arts and his body strength.

Still, he needed to test the potential of these skills against people who didn't have a great difference in level compared to him.

Fighting against pro heroes such as All Might or ex-pro heroes such as Sebastian and Gran Torino was really depressing and bad for the morale.

He had decided that from now on until the start of the first festival in UA, he wouldn't fight anyone in close range.

Using Minagata words, he gave up on being a warrior and became a mage. Or an archer? He didn't know why, but he felt like the role of Archer sounded better for this style.

Unlimited blades styles. It was a fighting art he created to deal with a large number of enemies. Right now, he could only use one style. Ten Blades. While in theory, he should be able to form thousands of blades once he gained enough experience and power. Still, this was more than enough for him.

At first view, this style looked like a simple and basic one. He just had to let flow a large quantity of blood and shape it into a great number of swords. But it wasn't so easy in reality.

The first problem was his mind. His blood control was a very strong form of hemokinesis.

The total weight and number of things he could control at one time was, while not limited, far from being enough.

Using one blade was like moving arms. The higher the number, the harder it becomes to create intricate movements.

Right now controlling 10 blades was his limit, before losing control or having to dump them all at the same time. At the same time, he could use two ten blades in any way he wanted.

The second problem was the shape. Unlimited blades style didn't just form swords. That would be too boring. This style was one of adaptability. He needed to be able to change the shape of any of his ten swords in a split of a second. This made the calculations even more difficult.

He also had another style. The second one, he called it [SCATTERED CHERRY TREE FLOWER]. But this style was simply a killing move so he wouldn't use it here.

Kuroha turned his attention towards those guys who provoked him before launching a sword. Just like his hoverboard, inertia had no meaning to them. He could go from 0 to 100 with just a thought.

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(AN: Too lazy to search name for cannon fodder)

Idiot A watched with cautions as ten blades slowly formed behind this one with the highest points. The fact that this guy was already four meters high was damning, but now it seemed like he could also attack from long range.

He blinked. He just blinked, then, a sword was right in front of him. Just a few centimeters away from his eyes.

"Hiiiii!!!"

His leg turned jelly in an instant and he fell on his butt. His brain was unable to understand what exactly happened. Everything was happening simply too fast. Then he felt no weight under his feet.

'Am I flying?'

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The sensation of a rope coiling around him and pulling him back away brought him to reality. It was a boy who used the rope, another member of his group had saved him.

Once he was away and nicely protected, he found back a little bit of his courage. He stood up and looked at the guy who stood up high in the sky, with both fear and anger.

He crossed eyes with another teammate who simply nodded before screaming,

"Do you have no shame? Launching a sneak is too low. How can you call yourself a future hero?"

He just needed to buy a little bit of time

A chuckle followed by a voice filled with disinterest answering him,

"So grouping and attacking someone just to satisfy your need is how a hero should act?"

Idiot A, his group, and the few groups that were also watching the show blushed hard in shame.

"Also, sneak attack? Seriously? *Sigh* you guys are really funny and a little stupid."

Idiot A nearly spat blood in anger. He never lost so much face. Still, as if he wasn't enough, that bastard continued as he put his hands in his pocket.

Still, a few seconds later, a smirk settled on his face. It should be enough then.

The moment he smirked, the guy who crossed eyes with him previously pointed his index towards their target and said,

"BEAM!!!"

This quirk required a large amount of time to be used, but the result was outstanding.

They watched this with trepidation as the beam hit their target. For a short amount of time, the world becomes white.

BOOOMMM!!!!

They closed their eyes and turned their backs. Idiot À though, even with his eyes closed, began to gloat as he laughed heartily,

"AHAHAHAH. SUCK TO BE YOU!! THIS DISCUSSION WAS ALL A PLOY TO BUY TIME!!!"

While the others weren't as direct, they still wore a smile of satisfaction. Still, this smile didn't last long because of a bored voice that suddenly sounded in their ears.

"*Sigh* You called this a plan? This was so evident that only a three years old child would get it. I just wanted to test my defense."

They didn't know what was happening, but they knew it couldn't be anything great for them.

As they thought, after the beam stopped being fired and the blinding light faded, the guy was still completely unarmed. A large circular shape shield large enough to cover his own body floating in front of him.

"Is it really all you can do guys?", This bastard. His voice sounded... disappointed?

"You bastard. Come down here and let me show you who is the boss."

"Oh? Then here I come. But Are you sure you won't regret this?"

Idiot A was really dumbfounded. He really accepted to come? Is this guy a retard? He stood there with a stupid face for some seconds before saying

"Of course I am sure. I never regret any of my choices." Said Examinee A with a proud look on his face.

A few minutes later, as he lay down with blood flowing from his lip, he began to regret it. Regret it so much that his intestine turned green with regret. Sadly, there's no medicine for regret.

Right now, he and his team were bound together by a large rope of what looked like blood. If someone else saw this scene, they will think they were a group of villains who have been defeated and captured by a hero.

Idiot A thought back to how this fight went after that monster landed. His memory was blurry. The only things that seemed to fill his mind were those red indifferent eyes and the odor of rusted iron that filled his nose.

Attack, defense, reflexes. This guy was a monster. No matter what attack they threw at him, he would either dodge or block them with ease with his sword.

Each of his ten swords seemed to be able to take any form. Finally, he simply knocked them out by transforming his sword into small hammers and giving them a good hit on the head.

His body began to shiver in terror. He felt like he would be traumatized for life. How could it be possible for a student to reach such a level? They were all recommended students. Why was the difference between them so great?

All his life he heard how talented he was. Now he understood that he was nothing more than a frog sitting at the bottom of a well.

The other groups, seeing this fight, wisely choose to not entangle themselves with this monster and decided to search for the other members of the top ten.

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Kuroha walked away from the scene. Before jumping on his hoverboard and leisurely flying away.

He began to reflect on this fight. He didn't think that he was too strong, just that those guys were simply too weak.

Frankly, he was a little disappointed. He felt like he wasted his time. He began to wonder what could UA really bring him?

Training? He personally knew a large group of heroes who stand or once stood at the top of the pyramid.

Resources? His father was already super-rich and the two girls he knew were from super-rich families.

Connections? His family and friends gave him a level of connections so high many heroes would be jealous.

Then... friends...? Naaa. He was sure that Nighteye wouldn't… No Nighteye would really just send him to UA in order for him to get more friends.

Then he remembered. The hero license. It was impossible to get it without being a student in a hero school.

He sighed a little before making a decision. He knew that if one showed the necessary qualities, one could graduate ahead of times and/or pass the license exam.

One year. If during this year he didn't find anything that was useful to him in UA, he would apply for early graduation.

"KUROHA!!!"

A loud voice brought him out of his though. He turned and faced the direction where the voice was coming from, but he didn't see anything,

"Inasa?"

BOOM!!!!