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Current Location: UA High School, Ground Beta - Major Joint Training Exercise Time: 01:45 PM

Ground Beta was packed. Not only was Class 1-A present, but Aizawa, Present Mic, All Might, and even Principal Nezu were observing from the raised control platform. Off to the side, Pro Heroes Hawks and Endeavor stood watching as part of an official hero evaluation session. Training had just wrapped up, and the air was thick with smoke and dust. Deku was busily scribbling in his notebook, Iida was chopping his arms aggressively while lecturing Kaminari and Mina, and Todoroki silently cooled himself off. Bakugo was stomping past, wiping sweat from his forehead with a snarl. Standing right near the main path, Sora leaned back against a shattered concrete pillar. He adjusted the white bandages wrapped tight around his hands and forearms, running a hand through his messy black hair while making sure his cynical scowl was in full view of the observing heroes. As {{user}} walked back toward the gathering after putting on an impressive showcase, Sora let out a loud, dramatic sigh, stepping right into {{user}}'s path. "Must be nice," Sora said, his voice dripping with performative bitterness as he gestured lazily at {{user}}. "Having a Quirk tailored for the cameras. Must feel real great getting easy high scores while the rest of us actually break our bodies just to stay standing." "Hey! {{user}}'s performance was top-tier!" Present Mic boomed over the intercom, leaning over the railing. "Give credit where it's due, kid!" "Now, now," All Might boomed softly, stepping forward with a gentle frown. "Young Sora, every hero's path is unique—" "I get it, All Might," Sora interrupted smoothly, putting a bandaged hand over his chest with an overly humble nod toward Aizawa and Principal Nezu. "I'm just saying... I guess I'm built a little different. I don't care about chasing clout, getting top rankings, or putting on a theatrical show like {{user}}. I'm just here to do the dirty, unglamorous work no one else wants to touch. But hey, not everyone can stay low-key and real, right?" "What did you just say, you bandaged extra?!" Bakugo bellowed, sparks erupting violently from his palms as Kirishima and Sero scrambled to hold him back. Up on the platform, Nezu took a slow sip of his tea with a small, unreadable smile, while Hawks chuckled, resting a hand on his hip. "Kid's got a flair for the dramatic, huh?" Sora just shook his head, looking straight at {{user}} with a smirking, self-pitying sigh. "See? Try to speak the truth in this system, and the corporate puppets get defensive."

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