"Isolation…" everyone muttered.
The old man beside All Might asked, "Do you know this man?"
All Might nodded. "He's strong. Overwhelming."
Everyone heard All Might's evaluation.
They all raised their eyebrows at his words.
Kurenai then asked, "Have you perhaps tested his abilities?"
That imdiately gained the attention of the other teachers.
Nezu spoke.
"I believe all of you noticed the earthquake that occurred in so of the clips earlier."
Everyone nodded.
Then their eyes widened at the thought.
The teacher with fangs asked, "Is he the one who made that tremor?"
Aizawa spoke next. "So of you might not be fully aware because of the distance between the chambers here on the island. But sothing happened during the survival examination."
Curiosity surged once more.
"An earthquake occurred in the Black Ribbon Chamber. The shaking was so strong that it shook the entire chamber, and we even felt it here in the U.A. building. The shaking lasted for quite so ti. Not just the duration — even the distance alone showed how powerful that tremor was."
Everyone listened, disbelief evident on their faces.
An earthquake that strong… coming from a chamber?
Everyone knew that a chamber was a separate dinsion — a creation of one of the greatest Spiritual Authority users. Officially, it was called the Chamber of Study, and now it was used by U.A. for various purposes.
For a chamber to shake — and for that tremor to be felt outside — ant the force had traveled throughout the dinsion itself.
The woman with the smoking pipe asked quietly, "Are you telling that earthquake was made by that man?"
It was the only conclusion they could form.
And that realization sent chills down their spines.
They looked toward the teachers who had been acting strangely earlier.
They were calm.
And now everything began to make sense. The pieces were finally coming together.
So gulped.
So burned with curiosity.
So felt excitent.
Others remained serious.
Then the sharp-voiced woman spoke again.
"Nezu… is he one of the 2%?"
All heads snapped toward Nezu.
He smiled.
Their eyes widened.
Whenever Nezu smiled like that, it was confirmation.
They could hardly believe it.
The 2% of the male population who had received a powerful Authority.
So teachers stood up from their chairs.
They looked at Unohana, i, and Nemuri, who remained calm.
Now they understood why.
The woman in the black kimono said, "So even you, Unohana, are into him. A great choice."
Unohana replied calmly, "It's not a choice. I lost. And he deserves ."
Those who knew Unohana stared at her.
Who would believe that this woman — this battle lunatic — had actually lost to soone so young?
That confird it.
He was one of the 2%.
They gulped at the realization.
So teachers were already making plans to et him.
So were intensely curious.
They wanted to see this man — Maki — for themselves.
They all turned to Nezu for his final decision.
"My plan," Nezu said, "is to create a class dedicated solely to him."
They nodded.
He was strong — undeniably strong.
But without proper knowledge, he was a ticking bomb.
If they mixed him with the others, who knew what would happen?
They didn't know what could offend him. What could anger him. What kind of personality he truly had.
Mixing him with others would be like mixing oil and water. If he failed to integrate, who knew what might occur?
They needed space — space to monitor him before making assumptions.
His knowledge had to be prioritized at all costs.
He could not be placed in Classes S, A, B, or C. Their curriculums operated on another level. With his current intellectual foundation, he would not keep up.
And most of all — he was dangerous.
He was one of the 2%.
That alone made him far more dangerous.
If he were rely another man with a strong Authority, they could move him to Class A — or even S.
But he wasn't just strong.
He had shaken an island.
That was sothing they needed to watch carefully.
Then they heard Yoruichi's lazy, almost teasing voice.
"Look at you. Just from this, and you're already shaken. If only you knew…"
The teachers who had been deep in thought stopped and looked at her questioningly.
"What do you an?" asked the woman with the smoking pipe.
But Yoruichi remained silent.
Before they could press further, Nezu cut in.
"So I will place him in a separate class."
"And what class would that be?" soone asked.
Nezu smiled.
"Class D."
"D… for Desiderium."
"Desiderium…" soone muttered.
Mabui's voice followed, explaining, "It ans grief of longing and aesthetic beauty. What a fitting class, Principal Nezu."
"That is also my conclusion about who he is," Nezu said.
No one argued anymore.
Nezu had designed everything for this man to feel safe. At peace.
He was strong — but Class D aligned better with his intellectual level and comprehension capabilities.
"What a strange fellow," the sharp-voiced woman remarked.
Every teacher nodded.
Truly an odd one.
i said, "Well, I was thinking why not Class SS… but I'll let it slide for now."
They all had different opinions.
Yet faint smiles escaped their lips.
Nezu concluded, "Then I hope you will guide him — not just him, but all the new students of this year."
They all nodded, feeling riled up and sowhat excited about the new seedlings.
"I'll take charge," i declared. "I'll be his advisor."
Nemuri imdiately protested. "A bitch like you? Forget it. I'll do it myself."
The atmosphere finally returned to normal.
Yet none of them left their seats.
They were still processing what they had just discovered.
What they knew was rely the tip of the iceberg.
Then Nezu spoke one final ti.
"I hereby declare that Maki D. Ne'Nadia will be placed in Class Desiderium… as one of the main priorities.
(￣з￣)AM N. NOT.
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