Marvel: The King of Ice Giants
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Chapter One: The Test Begins
The halls of U.A. High School buzzed as students exchanged whispers about the new combat instructor. Logan's imposing presence had struck a chord deep within the hearts of Class 1-A, and even the most spirited among them, like Bakugo, had been momentarily silent after his introduction. Now, they waited — some anxiously, others with fierce resolve — for their first session under this mysterious warrior.
The next day dawned crisp and clear. Morning rays glinted off the windows of the training grounds — or rather, a part of the facility students had rarely entered. It was the “Restricted Training Sector,” typically reserved for upperclassmen or emergency simulations.
Aizawa led Class 1-A down the stone path that wound around the school building and stopped at a heavy metal door reinforced with shock-resistant plating.
“You’ve trained in controlled environments,” Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. “Today, that changes. What lies behind this door isn’t a battlefield we’ve prepared for you — it’s one Logan designed. Go in expecting to be surprised.”
With a click and a hiss of hydraulics, the door creaked open. Inside lay an urban warzone: crumbling buildings, overturned vehicles, smoke machines simulating burning debris, and hidden speakers emitting distant screams and explosions. It was a visceral, immersive replica of an actual crisis.
Standing at the center, arms folded, was Logan.
“Get in here,” he barked.
The class stepped in, eyes scanning the chaos. Even Midoriya’s encyclopedic mind, so used to categorizing threats and building strategies, faltered for a second.
Logan began to pace. “This is a simulation based on a real event. A quirk-powered terrorist group attacked a residential district. Civilians were trapped. The pro-heroes were overwhelmed. I’m not interested in who’s the strongest today — I’m interested in who thinks, who acts, and who breaks.”
He turned to Aizawa. “They don’t know the rules yet?”
Aizawa shook his head. “It’s all yours.”
Logan nodded. “You’ll be operating in pairs, randomly assigned. Your job? Locate and evacuate civilians — marked dummies — while avoiding or neutralizing enemy threats. You’ll be scored on strategy, teamwork, and adaptability. Fail to act quickly or put your partner at risk, and you’ll be pulled out.”
He paused.
“And if you’re thinking this is like the rescue training you’ve done before, think again. This time, the threats fight back.”
A panel opened in the wall, revealing humanoid combat drones — tall, heavily armored, some equipped with blunt-force weapons, others with mounted stun guns.
A wave of unease rippled through the class. Even Bakugo's confident sneer twitched.
Logan raised his voice. “Pairing list is on your comms. You’ve got five minutes. Move.”
The students’ wrist-mounted comm devices blinked to life. Midoriya’s eyes scanned the screen. He was paired with Tokoyami. An odd combination — but intriguing. Tokoyami’s strategic darkness paired with Midoriya’s analytical mind might just be the edge they needed.
Ochaco had been paired with Bakugo — a combination she clearly didn’t see coming, judging by her visible flinch. Bakugo, for his part, scoffed and turned away, muttering about “not babysitting.”
Kirishima found himself with Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, surprisingly, was paired with Mineta — a move that clearly frustrated both of them for different reasons.
Logan observed the reactions carefully. Each choice had been intentional.
“Simulation starts in three... two... one...”
The lights dimmed, the speakers blared the sound of collapsing buildings, and the class scattered into the mock urban warzone.
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Midoriya & Tokoyami
“Let’s head east,” Midoriya whispered, crouching behind a collapsed bus. “We need high ground. Maybe from that half-standing apartment building we can get a layout.
