I'm Uchiha Madara In MHA World

"Hey, what are you wearing?" Yaoyorozu Momo approached Uchiha Madara after Aizawa Shouta left, curiosity glimmering in her eyes.

"Same as before," Madara replied casually. He walked over to his locker, opened it, and pulled out his signature ninja outfit.

"Huh? But this is rescue training. Are you sure that outfit is practical?" Yaoyorozu blinked in surprise.

"What about you? What are you wearing?" Madara countered without answering, turning back toward her.

"My usual set." Yaoyorozu answered with a confident smile, not missing a beat.

"Then we're good." Madara threw his uniform over his shoulder with a light flick and flashed a small grin. "I'll go get changed. See you out there."

"Mhm."

The destination of Class 1-A's field trip was another simulated practice zone operated by U.A.—vast, much larger than the arena used during the entrance exam.

Waiting to greet them was a figure in a sleek, silver space suit, adding a cool and futuristic vibe to the atmosphere.

The Space Hero: Thirteen. A calm and humble pro-hero known for remarkable performance in disaster relief.

"Students, we've been waiting. Please come in quickly," Thirteen said with a gentle tone, raising a gloved hand and turning to lead them inside. The contrast with Aizawa's gruff demeanor was stark—Thirteen was polite and approachable.

"Please!" everyone in Class A—everyone except Madara—bowed respectfully at a perfect ninety-degree angle, expressing their admiration.

Thirteen noticed Madara's lack of reaction but didn't seem bothered. He simply continued leading the class into the training center.

"This facility was built with all kinds of accidents and disasters in mind," Thirteen began, turning to address the students. "Its name is… the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. You can call it… USJ."

"Thirteen, where's All Might?" Aizawa Shouta walked up alongside him, his voice low and deadpan. "Didn't he say he'd meet us here?"

"Ah, well…" Thirteen leaned closer and spoke in a quiet voice, "It seems he used up all his energy getting here this morning and is currently resting in the lounge."

"Tch. That's just ridiculous," Aizawa muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets with a look of mild disdain.

Still, he understood. All Might's condition meant this was a backup plan. For this session, his absence wasn't critical.

"Whatever. Let's get started." Aizawa sighed quietly and stepped aside to let Thirteen speak.

Thirteen took a breath and stepped forward again.

"As you know, my Quirk is 'Black Hole.' It can suck in and pulverize even the hardest diamond."

"Think about it: in this world, how many people are harder than diamonds?" He paused. "As Pro Heroes, we're here to apprehend villains—not kill them. That's why I almost never use my Quirk in combat."

"Some of you may have similar abilities—ones that, if used recklessly, could easily take a life."

"Our superpowered society may look orderly at first glance—built around the use and control of Quirks—but one wrong decision… one emotional outburst… and someone could die."

"That's why you must learn to restrain yourselves." His tone was serious now. "Don't let impulsive decisions cost lives."

"Through Aizawa-sensei's physical test, you all discovered the potential in your powers. Through All Might's battle drills, you saw how dangerous those powers can become in real combat."

"In this lesson, I want you to shift your mindset—to understand how to use your Quirks to save, not harm."

"Your power exists to protect others. I hope you realize that by the end of this class."

Thirteen gave a slight bow. "Thank you for listening."

"All right. Then let's begin with—"

Click.

Before Aizawa could finish, every light in the building suddenly flickered out. The air turned heavy. The magnetic field around them warped.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed. Years of experience told him something was very wrong.

Shhhhhh—

Up ahead, a swirling purple portal formed out of nowhere, oozing darkness.

A few seconds later, a pale-skinned man with grotesque severed hands attached all over his face and body stepped out. His posture was lazy, but his eyes were wild with madness.

"Everyone get back! Thirteen, protect the students!" Aizawa shouted, stepping forward to shield the class.

More and more shadows emerged from the portal—dozens of figures stepping out. Villains. Armed and dangerous.

"Are they pulling the same surprise trick like the entrance exam?" Kirishima squinted at the crowd, shielding his eyes. He didn't sound particularly alarmed.

"Don't move!" Aizawa's voice cut through the rising tension. "Those are real villains!"

"W-What?!"

"Villains?!"

Panic surged through the group.

They had enrolled at U.A. with dreams of becoming pro-heroes, but right now, they were still just students—first-years—with almost no combat experience.

And this wasn't one or two enemies—this was a small army.