They were about to move out.
But they noticed Aizawa was still seated there. This was new — in every eting, he was always the first to leave. Even Present Mic was never a fan of serious etings. Then they saw All Might was also still waiting, arms crossed. The old man noticed Toshinori's reaction and decided to remain seated as well.
They also noticed i and Nemuri were waiting for sothing as they stared at the projection. Gion was the sa — she lit up a cigarette and stayed in her seat. Even Kurenai seed baffled and was waiting for sothing, her crimson eyes fixed on the projection at the center of the table.
Yoruichi was lying casually on the table. The woman beside her, sipping from her smoke pipe, was also curious about the others acting strangely.
Mabui tapped on her tablet, and they watched as she connected it to the projection.
Then they heard Unohana's voice.
"Nezu, what about my boy? What do you plan for him?"
That made them focus even more on what was happening. Their reactions were clear — the eting wasn't over yet. They had been preparing to return to their own matters after witnessing the new and unique examinees who were now their students.
But now they had heard Unohana's voice.
So of them knew who she truly was and what she was capable of. For a woman like her to ask about her boy—
They gulped and slowly sat back down in their chairs.
Then i and Nemuri spoke at the sa ti.
"Yeah, Principal Nezu, why haven't we seen his file in the data you sent?"
Neither of them had cared about the other examinees. They wanted to see what Maki had answered on the test.
For them, it was a casual question.
But for the other teachers, this was sothing that should never happen. The two of them weren't arguing. They weren't bickering. They weren't even talking over each other.
That alone was unsettling.
Then they heard Nezu speak.
"Well, actually, I don't need your opinion on this one."
They all stared at Nezu.
They respected his intelligence — his ability to think through countless possibilities and reach calculated conclusions. For him to say those words ant this was the only outco he had decided upon.
He continued.
"I will only inform you about this."
"As I expected, there are almost 30 Class S students and almost 30 Class A students. We need to prioritize. Class B and C are expected to have about 30 as well, which makes over 90 students across those four classes."
All the classes have been balanced perfectly. The priorities are listed and assigned according to each of our future students' ntality and unique personalities.
Everyone nodded at Nezu.
But—
When they heard that word, they knew sothing big was about to be revealed.
Nemuri then asked, "Nezu, how many points did he get?"
Nezu looked at Nemuri and said, "4.5."
"What?!" Nemuri exclaid. "He even got points? I thought he'd get zero!"
"Well, sohow his common sense and philosophy did the job," Nezu said.
"Philosophy? That guy?" Nemuri repeated.
Unohana, Yoruichi, and even i shook their heads at his score and whispered, "Well… another part of his charm."
Mabui and Kurenai's mouths twitched after hearing this. They sowhat knew who they were talking about.
But All Might, Present Mic, and Aizawa slapped their foreheads in disbelief at the result of his examination — 4.5 over 70.
"That's got to be a U.A. record," said the woman with the smoking pipe.
The result left everyone dumbfounded.
"HAHAHAHAHA! I guess he sucks at sothing!" Present Mic laughed while slamming the table. "FINALLY sothing he wasn't good at! H-hey, four and a half?! HAHAHAHA!"
His loud voice rang throughout the room. His eyes were tearing up from laughing at the result.
Everyone stared at him as if he had gone crazy.
Nezu simply shook his head. "Well, I didn't expect it either that he'd score lower than what I had imagined."
Unohana raised an eyebrow. "Nezu… don't tell you played your cards again."
Everyone stared at Nezu.
He smiled that creepy smile.
Instantly, they knew he had done sothing.
"Well," Nezu said, "it's actually the opposite. I made his questions even easier — so easy that even an elentary school kid could answer them."
"What?!" the other teachers exclaid.
Nemuri, however, said, "Oh… that makes sense now, for him to have even a correct answer."
The woman in the space suit asked, "Can we see his examination test?"
Everyone nodded.
But Nezu said, "No need."
"Why?" the teacher with fangs asked.
"Because his answers were those strange words again," Nezu replied.
"Oh, he used those strange words to answer again?" All Might said.
Everyone turned to look at All Might, who was resting his hand under his chin, deep in thought.
"Hey, co on, spill the beans already," said a woman teasingly from the side of the table.
"Just tell us clearly what is going on here. This is getting out of place," said the other teacher wearing a black kimono.
Then Nezu continued, "Mabui-sensei, please put up the profile of Maki."
"Maki?" so teachers repeated.
Mabui didn't waste ti. She controlled the projection and selected a file marked with a large X on its folder.
She pressed enter.
The projection displayed Maki's profile.
Everyone was shocked and in awe at the sa ti.
Handso n weren't rare.
But a beauteous, debonair, breathtaking man was rare.
Looking at the profile, they didn't know whether to call him handso or gorgeous.
However, the other teachers weren't focused on his appearance — they were staring at his full na.
Maki D. Ne'Nadia.
"Another one…" they all murmured.
Just what is going on here?
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