(A/N):
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Sky High...
Class 1-A...
The first-year students sat restlessly in the classroom,
The air thick with chatter and impatience.
It was the second period, and their new "Creativity Professor" still hadn't shown up.
"Maybe he's not coming,"
One boy groaned, leaning back in his chair.
"We could just bunk this class. It's only creativity, anyway—hardly important for hero work."
A few students chuckled in agreement,
Chuckle~
Muttering about how pointless the new subject was.
Layla's eyes darkened as she overheard them.
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'Typical.'
Since Professor Ra-One changed the class system—
Merging the hero and support classes—
Some students had been holding a grudge.
She clenched her jaw, about to stand up and shut them down,
When the door finally slid open.
Rudra stepped inside, calm as ever,
A stack of A4 sheets tucked neatly under his arm.
The classroom fell silent,
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The whispers fading as he walked to the front.
Without a word,
He began handing out the blank sheets to each student.
Once he was done, he faced the class.
"On this sheet,"
He said evenly, his voice carrying quiet authority,
"I want you to draw—not the kind of hero you wish to be, but the kind of person you want to become."
A few students exchanged confused looks.
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In the back, someone snickered.
Another whispered a joke, and soon laughter rippled through the room.
Rudra didn't react.
He simply smiled faintly and sat down at the podium, glancing at the clock.
"You have thirty minutes,"
He said, leaning back in his chair.
"Begin."
Even though some students had laughed earlier,
One by one they began to draw—
Some with genuine focus, others just to pass the time.
The room soon filled with the faint scratch of pencils and the occasional rustle of paper.
Will Stronghold stared at his blank sheet for a long moment,
Unsure where to begin.
His thoughts drifted to his parents—
The legendary Commander and Jetstream—
And the legacy he had yet to live up to.
Slowly, he began sketching an image of himself standing beside them,
All three wearing their hero costumes, striking heroic poses together as a family saving people.
There was warmth in the picture, but also longing.
As the class quietly worked,
A soft knock came from the door.
Knock~
"_____"
Rudra looked up.
A staff member peeked in and spoke politely,
"Professor Ra-One, there's a visitor waiting for you."
Rudra blinked, slightly puzzled.
'A visitor? Here?'
He thought for a second,
The only face that came to mind being the Surge Rider he'd met when he first arrived in this world.
And also the one who accompanied him to the Hero Public Safety Commission.
"Please ask her to wait until this period ends,"
He said calmly.
The staff member nodded and left, closing the door behind them.
Nod~
The classroom settled back into its quiet rhythm—
the ticking clock, the focused murmurs,
And the sound of pencils sketching dreams.
Rudra folded his arms and watched the students from his seat,
A faint, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
The thirty minutes passed in quiet concentration before Rudra finally stood.
"Time's up,"
He said, his voice calm but carrying easily across the room.
"Everyone, stop drawing."
He motioned for each student to come forward,
One by one,
Holding their drawings up for the class to see and explaining what they had created.
Some spoke with confidence, others hesitated, embarrassed to reveal their dreams.
But Rudra listened to each of them without judgment,
Occasionally nodding or asking a question that made them think deeper about their own aspirations.
By the time the final student finished,
The bell rang—
Signaling the end of the first class.
As the students filed out,
Laughter and chatter echoing in the hallways,
Two figures approached Rudra near the podium.
Lyla Williams and Gwen Grayson.
Both stopped upon noticing the other moving toward him.
Their eyes met—
Narrowing just slightly,
Frown~
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An unspoken spark of tension passing between them.
'A woman's intuition,'
Rudra thought inwardly, suppressing a sigh.
Sigh~
"Professor Ra-One,"
Lyla began first, her tone polite but curious.
"Why did you ask us to draw earlier? It seemed... unusual."
Before Rudra could answer,
Gwen stepped closer too, her mechanical bracelets faintly glowing as she folded her arms.
"I was wondering the same,"
She said.
"It didn't feel like a simple art exercise."
Rudra chuckled softly, setting aside the stack of drawings.
Chuckle~
"You're right—it wasn't. Even though it looked simple, what each of you drew revealed something deeper than grades or abilities."
He glanced at both of them,
His expression thoughtful.
"A drawing reflects the truth of one's heart. Whether it's who you are now, or who you wish to become—it shows the direction your soul leans toward. Understanding that,"
He smiled faintly,
"is the first step to unlocking your true potential."
Lyla's eyes softened with realization,
While Gwen's gaze lingered—
Analyzing him, trying to read past his calm demeanor.
She had already tried digging into his background using every digital resource she had…
Yet there was nothing.
No record.
No trace.
That mystery unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.
Rudra, sensing the storm of thoughts behind her calm mask,
Simply nodded and excused himself.
Nod~
"Now, if you'll excuse me—I have a visitor waiting."
Both girls turned to watch him leave, an odd sense of intrigue—
And rivalry—
Lingering between them.
Rudra pushed open the door to the waiting room.
The air inside was heavy with the smell of sweat and iron.
Sitting on one of the benches was a man built like a boulder —
Muscles stacked and corded, veins bulging across his arms like coiled cables ready to snap.
His uniform stretched at the seams,
And his presence alone radiated arrogance.
Rudra's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the man.
Frown~
He didn't recognize him —
And that was saying something.
Stepping closer, Rudra asked evenly,
"You're the one who requested to meet me?"
The man shifted lazily,
One leg crossing over the other as he leaned back in the chair.
His lips curled into a smirk that didn't reach his eyes.
"So the new creative professor doesn't even recognize me?"
He said, his voice rough, like gravel grinding against steel.
"Hmph. Figures."
He tapped a thick finger against his chest.
"Name's Bulldox. Hero rank seventy-five. The man with unparalleled strength. Heard of me now?"
His tone dripped with mockery —
Every word meant to measure how Rudra would react.
But Rudra didn't flinch.
He simply folded his arms and gave a quiet, unimpressed nod.
Nod~
"Can't say I have,"
He replied calmly.
"Rankings don't interest me. I prefer results."
The smirk on Bulldox's face faltered for half a heartbeat before returning.
He leaned forward, elbows on knees, eyes narrowing as he looked Rudra up and down.
"Results, huh? Let's see if that calm face of yours holds when we get to business…"
Meanwhile...
The cafeteria buzzed with chatter —
Trays clattering, laughter echoing off the walls,
The hum of a hundred conversations weaving together.
At one corner,
Will Stronghold and Layla Williams sat with their friends, half-talking, half-poking fun at the cafeteria's questionable mashed potatoes.
That was when Layla's sharp ears caught a different tone —
A smug, low conversation coming from a nearby table of three seniors.
"Yeah, my little bro told me the new professor's scrapped the Hero–Sidekick division,"
One of them bragged, his voice filled with disdain.
"So I called my brother. He's coming to fix this nonsense."
"Wait— you mean Bulldox?"
Another senior asked, leaning forward, eyes wide.
"Damn right,"
The first one replied with a proud smirk.
Smirk~
"Hero Rank Seventy-Five, the Bulldox. He's already here, and trust me— that new professor's about to learn his place. After today, that rule will be reinstated."
Layla froze, the fork in her hand hovering midair.
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'Bulldox.'
The name echoed like a warning bell.
Around her, Will and their friends exchanged uneasy glances.
"Did he just say Bulldox?"
Will muttered.
Layla stood up abruptly, chair scraping against the floor.
"Where is he now?"
She asked sharply.
The senior boys looked at her, grinning like hyenas sensing prey.
Grin~
"Why? Gonna protect your teacher, Sidekick?"
One of them sneered.
Sneer~
That was enough.
Layla's expression hardened —
Vines of frustration almost seemed to twitch at her fingertips.
"You really don't know when to shut up, do you?"
She said coldly before turning to her group.
"Come on,"
She told Will and the others.
"We're going."
The group moved quickly through the halls,
Layla leading with a determined stride.
Students who overheard the exchange began following out of curiosity,
Whispers spreading like wildfire.
Within minutes,
A crowd was trailing behind —
Murmurs rising as they neared the west wing.
At the end of the corridor stood the waiting room door —
The one Bulldox had entered.
Layla stopped just before it, heart pounding, the muffled voices inside giving her an uneasy feeling.
She looked at Will, then at the others.
"Something's about to go down,"
She said under her breath —
And was about to push the door open.
Just as Layla reached for the door,
A sudden shattering crack echoed through the hallway.
Crash~
The non-view mirror mounted on the wall exploded into a spray of glittering shards.
Before anyone could react,
Bulldox tumbled through the broken frame, landing hard on the polished floor.
He rolled, grimacing and clutching his side,
A grimace of pain painting his face.
The crowd froze.
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Students stared wide-eyed, mouths slightly open.
Even the three seniors,
Who had been brimming with confidence,
Were rendered speechless, faces twisted in pure shock.
A tense silence filled the corridor,
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Broken only by the soft crunch of broken glass underfoot.
Crunch~ Crunch~
Then, faint but firm, came footsteps.
All heads turned toward the sound.
From the interior of the waiting room —
Through the jagged remnants of the shattered mirror —
Rudra stepped out.
Calm.
Collected.
Every movement deliberate.
The chaos around him seemed to bend to his presence.
He landed gracefully,
Almost like he had stepped from one world into another.
Not a shard disturbed his composure.
His eyes, sharp and unwavering, scanned the students,
The three stunned seniors, and finally settled on Bulldox,
Still on the ground, recovering from the fall.
The air thickened with tension.
Whispers rippled through the students,
Half in awe,
Half in fear.
The hallway, moments ago alive with chatter,
Now hung on the edge of silence,
Every breath waiting for what would happen next.
Rudra's gaze softened ever so slightly as he stepped forward,
The subtle hum of Brahmastra power from his presence making the broken mirror glint like a halo around him.
Calmly, he extended a hand toward Bulldox,
Signaling both authority and the promise that this encounter was more about respect than a fight —
At least for now.
The stage was set.
The students, the seniors, even Layla at the door, watched.
Bulldox staggered to his feet,
Fury twisting his face into something almost inhuman.
His eyes burned with hatred as he pointed a trembling finger at Rudra.
"You—!"
He roared, and with a stomp that cracked the tiled floor,
He launched forward like a bullet,
His right arm cocked back.
Veins bulged, muscles swelled,
The air itself seemed to ripple around the sheer force of his movement.
He swung.
A punch meant to crush bone and pride in one strike.
But just as the blow was about to connect,
Rudra's hand shot up —
Wrapped in golden Brahmastra energy.
Thud.
The impact met him head-on with a thunderous shockwave,
The gust tearing through the hallway, rattling lockers, shattering nearby glass panels,
And sending students stumbling back.
Rudra didn't even blink.
His eyes locked with Bulldox's —
Calm, unshaken, terrifyingly still.
Then, he countered.
With surgical precision,
Rudra's fists darted forward, striking the joints —
Elbow, shoulder, knee —
Each blow landing like a hammer,
Folding Bulldox's stance and tearing away his balance.
The golden energy rippled, condensing tighter, sharper,
Until it formed brass-like knuckles edged with glowing lines,
Pulsing faintly like living fire.
Before Bulldox could react,
Rudra stepped in close, twisted his arm, and drove him down.
THUD.
The floor cracked under the impact.
In the next instant,
Rudra sat atop him,
Raining down a barrage of controlled yet devastating punches —
Each one precise, brutal, and efficient.
Blood splattered across the tiles.
The once-proud hero's eyes rolled back, consciousness fading.
When it was over,
Rudra rose slowly, breathing steady, his golden knuckles dripping with crimson.
He looked down at the fallen hero —
Broken pride sprawled on the ground —
Then turned his gaze toward the three third year students.
Their smirks were gone.
Smirk~
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Terror replaced arrogance.
They shrank back into the crowd, faces pale, hearts thundering in their chests.
The golden light around Rudra's hands flickered once —
Then faded, the brass knuckles dissolving into faint embers that vanished in the air.
Without a word,
Rudra walked past the stunned students,
Thud. Thud.
Each step echoing against the corridor's silence.
Behind him lay Bulldox, face bloodied, unconscious,
The mark of Rudra's power burned into everyone's memory.
And not one person dared to breathe too loud until he was gone.
Just as Rudra's footsteps began to fade into the murmuring crowd,
A commanding voice cut through the silence like lightning.
"—What happened here?"
The crowd immediately stiffened.
Every student turned toward the source.
Standing at the far end of the hall, her boots clicking sharply against the tiles, was Principal Powers —
Her expression unreadable,
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Her presence alone enough to freeze the chaos in place.
The faint glow of her Comet Quirk still shimmered faintly around her,
Small particles of light drifting like stardust in her wake.
Rudra stopped mid-step.
He turned slowly, his calm eyes meeting hers.
"This man,"
Rudra said evenly, pointing to the groaning form of Bulldox sprawled on the floor,
"Ambushed me without warning. I simply defended myself."
He then gestured toward the shattered mirror on the far wall.
"He's the one who broke that as well. I only reacted when he attacked."
Principal Powers' gaze moved from Rudra to the wrecked mirror,
Then to Bulldox's bruised, unconscious body.
Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly —
Frown~
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A dangerous glint forming there.
Her attention shifted next to the trembling boy near the crowd —
Bulldox's younger brother,
The very student who'd instigated the trouble.
Beads of sweat rolled down his temple as he avoided her gaze,
Shuffling backward into the safety of his classmates.
"Is that so?"
She asked softly —
Her tone calm, yet carrying a weight that made everyone in the corridor hold their breath.
Before the tension could thicken further,
A vibrant, confident laugh echoed from behind the crowd.
"Well, things sure are lively here!"
The students instinctively parted like a wave as a tall,
Broad-shouldered woman strode in,
The floor practically shaking under her heavy boots.
Her blonde hair whipped behind her like a banner,
Her sharp blue eyes gleaming with energy,
And that unmistakable American flag cape fluttered proudly at her back.
Gasps rippled through the hall.
"Is that—?"
"Star and Stripe?!"
"The Number One Hero?!"
Every head turned in awe.
Star and Stripe grinned wide, her teeth glinting.
Grin~
"Man, I could feel that shockwave all the way from outside. Thought someone dropped a Titan in here!"
She folded her arms,
Her presence radiating raw,
Commanding energy —
The kind that made even seasoned heroes feel like rookies.
Her gaze swept the scene,
Landing finally on Rudra.
"And who's this guy?"
She asked, amusement dancing in her tone.
"New face, but I like the vibe — calm under pressure. Not bad."
Principal Powers sighed quietly,
Sigh~
Pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Star, this is Professor Ra-One… our new creative instructor."
Star and Stripe's grin widened even more.
Grin~
"Creative instructor, huh?"
She said, walking up to Rudra until she was standing just a few steps away —
Looking him up and down like a seasoned warrior sizing up another.
"Well, Professor, if that's your idea of 'creative teaching,' I might start auditing your classes."
A few nervous laughs escaped the students.
Principal Powers, however, wasn't laughing.
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"Enough excitement for today,"
She said firmly.
Her tone left no room for debate.
"Everyone, disperse. I'll handle the matter from here."
The crowd hesitated —
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Then began to slowly break apart,
Whispering excitedly about what they'd just witnessed.
As the hall emptied,
Rudra and Star and Stripe's eyes met briefly —
Calm brown meeting sharp blue.
For a second, neither spoke.
Then, with a half-smirk, Star and Stripe tilted her head.
Smirk~
"See you around, Professor Ra-One,"
She said before turning on her heel, cape swaying behind her like a blazing comet.
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