Okay, so I gotta couple reviews. I can see the skepticism of Scythe's rank, I fixed that. However, don't expect me to cater to your every whim. This is one of the few times. If you haven't figured out, this fic is OC-centric, and even though Scythe seems badass with no weakness you don't know my character at all. I don't need to humanize my character because he is already human,

And to the guest reviewer Woar, you don't like the story, don't read it, you got your point across easily enough the first time around, no need rub it in. I don't know everything, yeah I get it, but no need to become a nuisance. I'm doing this to have fun and give people who actually like this a nice fun read. Your information is noted, but no need to spam the reviews. I get it, but you're not me, you don't control the story, so don't try to make it seem like you can.

The following week after Scythe's awakening was hectic. A series of medical tests were conducted on his physical state, mental state, and overall well-being. He passed with flying colors, the mental had flagged a discrepancy, a sort of side-effect of his quick that caused his mind to revert to the mental state of previous time he activated it full burst coupled with the same emotion of that time.

The blonde soldier was distraught over this, because he realized that he was actively trying to kill the villain that captured Denki, and he realized that had Momo not stopped him, he would've broken his promise to his fallen best friend.

Now Scythe was sitting on his bunk in Recovery Girl's clinic, his dog tags in his hand as he stares at the coated ones that Vivian wore. His own black par falling loosely behind them.

"You're well enough to go." Recovery Girl's voice snaps him out of his trance.

"Huh? Oh. Yes ma'am." Scythe nods, putting the dog tags back under his shirt. Standing and dressing in his newly modified school uniform, Scythe notices the lack of a right sleeve, the whole right side being sleeveless to fit his new arm, the Mark 6. He moves to leave.

"You loved her, didn't you?" Recovery Girl asks just before he opens the door. "The girl whose dog tags you wear around your neck." Scythe's eyes shade over slightly, as he clenches his left fist.

"I've never stopped." He mutters, before he opens the door and leaves. Making his way through the halls, he opens the door to 1-A's classroom. Aizawa was standing there, looking like a mummy.

"Scythe….." The teacher says. "Welcome back. Take your seat, we were discussing the U.A Sports Festival that's coming up." Scythe nods, his face expressionless as he walks to his seat. Momo eyes him cautiously, and his metallic arm but he just takes his seat and stares at his teacher.

"As I was saying, The U.A Sports Festival is split into years and all the classes in that year compete in three separate tasks. The Sports Festival is a good way for companies and heroes to see what you're made of. Scythe." Aizawa says. The soldier nods. "Since your injuries almost as severe as my own you're banned from participating beyond the first event, but you'll be in the commentators' box with Present Mic and I for the rest of it given that you're already basically a pro-hero already in the U.S." Scythe nods. "By the way, I'm guessing that your arm was replaceable since before you arrived here?" The blonde sighs.

"I've had it for six years." He mentions. "It's the reason I'm so strong. Been upgrading it since I've gotten it." Aizawa nods.

"Normally this isn't something an aspiring hero should miss but your case is different because somehow footage of USJ got leaked so you already have a lot of heroes interested in you Scythe for the internships afterwards." Aizawa says. "So you're only allowed to participate in order to prove that you're as golden as people seem to think you are. Don't go all out, you're banned from that and Recovery Girl doesn't know if she can heal nerve damage that extensive a second time." Scythe gives a two fingered salute. "So now that's out of the way let's start class. Now don't think that life's unfair because Scythe is getting a freebie. He's earned it, you all saw how injured he was because he fought with no regard of his health. He fought when he didn't need to and nearly died because of it. You all need to show that you can keep up with someone like that." Scythe, we're going out to the training grounds, we need to see what that arm can do and calibrate it." The class dresses in their U.A jumpsuits and makes their way to the training grounds Aizawa took them too on their first day of school. Running through all of the tests involving his arms once again, the rest of the class did light sparing with each other. Everyone could tell this arm had much more power in it. He achieved 250 Kg on the grip test unlike his 100 kg last time. The ball throw he got around 600 meters, unlike his 300 he had last time. They then tested the mega-shift on the arm. Mark six had the plasma cannon which had another firing function besides the blast Mark five had in the form of a beam, with a longer range and higher penetrating power, while the blast had a larger explosive radius and speed. The vibro-blade now vibrated at a higher frequency which allowed for increased cutting power. There was also a new function, which was the reason for why the Mark six was so bulky. The excess material morphed into a medium sized shield. Overall, the calibrations went by successfully. In a brief recess in which Aizawa had to handle something in the office, the students were left to their own devices in the classroom. Scythe was looking through diagnostics on his arm when a soft voice caught his attention.

"Scythe…." Momo says, her eyes staring back at him. Scythe glances over to his friend. "Back in USJ….. What happened to you?"

"I wasn't gonna let another comrade die on my watch, no matter what." The soldier mutters. "Even if I had to break a promise to a fallen friend."

"Scythe you were trying to kill!" Momo snaps, drawing attention to the two from the rest of the class.

"That's what I do for a living Momo!" Scythe says, "That's what I was trained to do! If someone tries to kill me I'm returning the favor! I've had enough friends killed in my life, I wasn't gonna let it happen again if I could stop it." His eyes dim slightly. "Momo, you don't know what I've done, what I've seen. If you have, you'd be scarred for life." Momo flinches back slightly, which Scythe notices. "Sorry. Sorry." He sighs. "I didn't want to reveal my arm so soon and it has been messing with my patience." Momo's eyes soften.

"I get it, I won't ask. Sorry for snapping." She says. Scythe grins tiredly.

"No worries." He says, holding out his right fist, before realizing it would be weird to fist bump a metal arm. He moves to switch to his real arm when Momo bumps her fist into the metal one. He grin was calm and accepting. Scythe grins as Aizawa returns. They then go about their normal schedule.

Timeskip to the opening day of the U.A sports festival

Scythe was sleeping with his head resting on the table in the Class 1-A waiting room while the class prepares to be allowed into the stadium. The room was quiet until Shoto Todoroki confronts Izuku.

"Midoriya….. Objectively, I'm stronger than you…." Shoto says, while the whole class stares at him in shock. "But somehow…. All Might has an interest in you. So I'll say it now. I will beat you and become number one." Izuku shakes.

"Hey man!" Eijiro Kirishima says. "Let's not pick fights." He tries to interject.

"I'm not as strong as you." Izuku starts, his hair covering his eyes. "My quirk may not be as cool, and I may not be as strong as you.."

"Hey don't think like that." Kirishima says.

"But I can't let myself fall behind." Izuku's eyes have a light of determination in them, and Scythe could see it as he awoke with a grin on his face. "I'm going for it with everything I've got!"

"Guys! They're ready!" Momo says, having been waiting outside for the go ahead.

U.A Stadium.

"HERE THEY ARE! THE SURVIVORS AND LEGENDS! THEY'VE FOUGHT VILLAINS! U.A CLASS 1-A! YEAH!" Present Mic shouts. Scythe, Izuku, Momo, Katsuki, and Shoto lead the charge. "LEADING IS CLASS REPRESENTIVE IZUKU MIDORIYA! VICE-REP MOMO YAOYOROZU! SHOTO TODOROKI! KATSUKI BAKUGO! AND SCYTHE SASIN!" Aizawa mutters right next to him.

"Sasin saved my life in USJ." Aizawa says. "He's considered a pro-hero in America. Midoriya is an aspiring hero whose quirk manifested later in life, while Todoroki and Yaoyorozu both got in with scholarships and Bakugo got first in the practical exam. The five, along with Tenya Iida are powerhouses, but the entire class isn't that far behind." The class stops by the starting line, Scythe looking out over the crowd before removing his arm and opening a panel to adjust a few settings. "Sasin was injured in the USJ incident, so he is only allowed to do this first task, the obstacle course. His arm isn't the injuries he sustained." Present Mic shouts a YEAH before introducing Class 1-B, headed by Itsuka Kendo as the Class Rep. One by one the first year classes pour in.

"ALRIGHT! LET'S START THE COUNT DOWN!" Present Mic shouts. "GO!" Scythe barks out a laugh as Shoto and he jet forwards. However, the Ice/hot user creates a wall of ice behind him, trapping everyone. Scythe chuckles, before his arm morphs into a blade and he cuts right though the wall. Breaking off into a sprint, Scythe chases after Shoto.

"There's been controversy with Scythe's arm being considered a support device." Aizawa says. "The hero course students aren't allowed support devices, even their costumes. So Scythe's arm could've been considered a support device until you take into consideration that he almost never uses his quirk. He passed the entrance exam never using it, in fact, the last time he used his quirk before the USJ incident was two years ago." Aizawa's smirk is heard under his mummy like wrappings. "If someone could be considered a quirkless hero it would be Scythe. That arm is a part of him, making him not be able to use it would be like ripping off his real arm again, it can't be done. There was only one unmodified arm that was simply an arm, but that's out of production and the energy core couldn't handle the stress of prolonged situations like this." Aizawa got his two bits in as the students made it to the first obstacle, the robots from the entrance exam.

"These are the things you had to fight at the entrance exams, huh?" Shoto asks himself, before freezing everything, even a few students by accident. Scythe laughs as he punches through the wall. The rest of the students aren't far behind. Katsuki just blew up everything in his way, and Izuku used his brain to weave around the problems. Momo made a cannon to blast through the walls.

"WHAT ARE THESE KIDS!?" Present Mic shouts. "WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING THEM ERASERHEAD!?" Aizawa only smirks. The leaders of the pack make it to the next obstacle, The Fall. Scythe whistles at the huge canyon while Shoto just slides along the tightropes. Scythe uses his arm to boost over the canyon, from pillar to pillar while Katsuki does practically the same thing. The three quickly make their way past The Fall and into the Minefield.

"CAREFUL KIDS! THAT'S AN ACTIVE MINEFIELD!" Present Mic says with a laugh. Katsuki, Shoto, and Scythe stop dead on their heels. Scythe blinks comically.

"A minefield, eh?" The soldier mutters, lightly sweeping the area with his toe. "I wonder if it's real mines that kill or not." He looks at Katsuki and Shoto. "Welp, only one way to tell. See y'all on the other side." The soldier steps forwards, and is sent sailing into the air by the resulting explosion. "JESUS CHRIST!"

"WHAT IS SASIN DOING?!" Present Mic shouts.

"It seems like he was testing the mines to see if they were real or not. Looks like he discovered that the mines uses a concussive blast instead of an actual explosion." Aizawa says. All eyes were on the flying teen, who was laughing manically. His arm morphs into the cannon and he uses the recoil to propel himself over the minefield. Meanwhile, Izuku had caught up by using a metal plate he scrapped from one of the bots at the beginning. Scythe laughed gleefully as he sees his green haired friend fly through the air propelled by the same force that sent him airborne. Scythe continues laughing as he sails through the air, propelled by his cannon. Until the large wall separating the minefield from the final stretch appears. Scythe curses under his breath as he slams into the wall while throwing his right fist into the wall, leaving a large dent as he falls around forty feet to the ground. Scythe lands in a roll, before shooting forwards after Katsuki, Shoto, and Izuku. Scythe crosses the finish line fourth, just as his energy cut out. Leaning against a nearby wall, Scythe takes the offered water bottle that Thirteen offered him. He gives a two fingered salute to his friends as he makes his way out of the stadium and towards Recovery Girl's clinic. Scythe nods to Recovery Girl as he takes a seat.

"Didn't beat yourself up too badly?" Recovery Girl asks. Scythe grins as she checks over him. A few minutes pass. "What was her name?" The question makes the silence turn deafening.

"Vivian Smith." He mutters. "She was my partner, and she got killed by an idiotic leader and badly timed artillery strikes." He grins slightly at the nurse. "She had this great nickname for me and everything, first person to really put up with me." He leans his head back against the wall. "She was great." Recovery Girl smiles.

"Get some rest, I'll inform Aizawa that you'll be late getting up there."