Three seconds. A building-sized robot. One chance.
Hey! No quirk, huh? You sure you're not saving a crazy one for the finale?
Your lack of a quirk is concerning. What is your combat strategy, exactly?
Four years of drills. Every muscle memorizes the pattern. No flash. Just precision.
Wait! There's a giant one coming from the west block! Everyone's running!
Flee! That target is beyond any single examinee's ability!
But I see it. A hairline crack in the right knee joint. Weak point confirmed.
Two seconds. Civilian target pinned under rubble. I sprint forward.