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But then, as suddenly as it started, the illusion shattered. Kaina blinked, finding herself back in the ring, with Itachi standing in front of her. His kunai was now inches from her throat, his eyes calm and unwavering.
"It's over," Itachi said quietly.
Kaina, still shaken from the genjutsu, blinked twice, trying to steady her breathing. Slowly, she smiled, although a bit embarrassed. "You... scared me with those centipedes." She gave a nervous laugh. "I didn't expect that."
Realizing she had lost, she raised her hand in defeat. "Okay, I lose."
Itachi lowered his kunai and slid it back into his pocket. Kaina, still composed despite the embarrassment, looked at him with newfound respect. "Good job," she said with a smile, her confidence returning. Then, in a whisper, she added, "Can you meet me after this?"
Itachi glanced at her, slightly taken aback by her request, but her confident smile showed no malice or trickery. He nodded silently.
Kaina grinned. "Alright, you can go now. You'll know your results tomorrow. But first, you should go to the infirmary."
Itachi nodded, bowing politely. "Thank you." With that, he turned and left the ring, leaving behind a crowd of astonished students and a very intrigued Kaina, who couldn't help but keep her eyes on him as he exited.
Itachi Yaoyorozu... I knew he was definitely someone special, Kaina thought, already looking forward to their next meeting.
She turned to her fellow contestant, eyes narrowing slightly, and said, "So, whose turn is it now?"
In the monitor room, several key faculty members of U.A. High School gathered, watching the applicants' trials unfold on the large screen. At the center sat Principal Nezu, the small but highly intelligent animal who oversaw the school. Around him were notable heroes like Hound Dog, Gran Torino, Ectoplasm, Power Loader, and newer members like Eraser Head, Present Mic, and Midnight.
Present Mic, in his usual energetic tone, sighed dramatically. "Principal, you should've let me announce to the crowd!"
Eraser Head, ever the calm one, sighed and said nothing. Nezu, with a patient smile, responded, "Next year, perhaps."
Midnight, meanwhile, leaned forward, her seductive demeanor on full display as she observed the applicants on the screen. "Look at them," she said, her voice dripping with sultry amusement. "These students, so full of enthusiasm... they make me feel... alive." Her statement made everyone in the room sweatdrop.
Gran Torino, shaking his head at her theatrics, mumbled, "Today's generation sure is... something."
Ectoplasm, standing quietly, nodded in agreement, deep in thought. "Yeah... they're impressive. But Principal Nezu," he began, looking towards Nezu, "there's something I want to show you. It's about one of the applicants. His name is Itachi Yaoyorozu."
Nezu raised an eyebrow. "Yaoyorozu? A relative of the business mogul?"
Gran Torino chimed in, "Yes, his son."
Eraser Head, still unfazed, asked, "What's so special about him?"
Ectoplasm handed Nezu a paper. "Just read his answers to the written test. They're... different. It's like he sees the world in a way most students can't."
Nezu's curiosity piqued as he began to read the document. As his eyes scanned the first question, he paused.
The question read: "If forced to choose between saving a loved one or stopping a villain, what would you do?"
Eraser Head, half-paying attention, muttered, "Most students would answer they'd save their loved one."
Nezu nodded. "You're right. But listen to how he responded."
Nezu read aloud: "In life, we are often faced with impossible choices. To save a loved one is to protect a piece of your soul, something precious beyond measure. But to stop a villain is to prevent the suffering of many, to protect the lives of those who cannot defend themselves. The question is not which is the greater act, but which burden you are willing to carry. If you save your loved one, you may be haunted by the lives lost because you chose them. If you stop the villain, you may live with the emptiness of having sacrificed someone dear to you. In the end, there is no right answer — only what you can endure."
As Nezu finished, the room fell into a stunned silence.
Midnight, her usual playful demeanor gone, spoke with uncharacteristic seriousness, "I didn't expect something like that."
Ectoplasm nodded, clearly impressed. "Neither did I. But it gets deeper with the last question."
Gran Torino, intrigued, leaned in closer. "What was the last one?"
Nezu adjusted the paper and read: "Imagine you are the leader of a group, and you must make a choice: risk the lives of your team to save an innocent group of strangers, or abandon the innocents to ensure the survival of your own. What would make your decision heroic or villainous in the eyes of others?"
Gran Torino shook his head. "That's a tough one, even for experienced heroes."
Ectoplasm agreed. "Most students left this one blank. But read what Itachi wrote."
Nezu began reading Itachi's answer aloud: "A leader's decisions are not defined by the labels of hero or villain, but by the consequences of their actions. To save your team is to honor the bond of trust and loyalty that holds you together — a decision that could be seen as selfish to outsiders but heroic to those who follow you. To save the innocents, you risk the lives of those you swore to protect, a sacrifice that may be seen as noble by many but could be viewed as betrayal by your own. Heroism and villainy are not absolutes; they are perspectives. What makes a decision heroic or villainous is not the choice itself, but how we live with the outcome."
Nezu lowered the paper, his expression unreadable for a moment.
Gran Torino widened his eyes, absorbing the weight of Itachi's wisdom. "Such depth... in his words," he muttered, clearly impressed.
Midnight leaned back in her chair, her usual confident smirk replaced by a contemplative frown. "He's... profound."
Present Mic, unusually quiet, nodded. "Yeah, that's some deep stuff for someone his age."
Eraser Head, always one to read between the lines, added, "It's not just the answers. It's the way he thinks. He's already seen the weight of life and death, probably more than anyone his age should."
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