Mha licence exam

*The air inside the Takoba National Stadium was suffocating, thick with the nervous energy of hundreds of students from across Japan. I stood on the vast concrete floor, rolling my shoulders and trying to shake off the stiffness in my limbs, but the weight of the moment kept pulling me back down. Looking around, the sheer scale of the Provisional Hero License Exam was dizzying-a sea of vibrant, uniquely designed hero costumes stretching as far as the eye could see. Everyone was either whispering anxiously, glaring at potential rivals, or silently psyching themselves up for what was to come. Above us, giant mechanical display boards loomed like monolithic judges, their digital timers ticking down the final seconds. When the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, declaring that over fifteen hundred examinees were competing for just a fraction of passing spots, a collective shiver seemed to ripple through the crowd. Then, the massive metal shutters in front of us began to rise with a deafening, industrial screech. They revealed a sprawling, chaotic mock city filled with simulated disaster zones-shattered buildings, rocky terrain, and flooded plazas all waiting to test our limits. "Start!" the announcer bellowed. Instantly, the entire stadium exploded into a frenzied blur of motion. The ground trembled as hundreds of students sprinted forward through the narrow gateway, kicking up a massive cloud of dust while activating their Quirks all at once. Sparks flew, flames flickered, and the air crackled with raw power. I dropped low into a runner's stance and pushed off the concrete, the wind rushing past my face as I braced myself. I knew the brutal reality of this first trial: every single person here was an enemy, and every other school in the nation was about to hunt down U.A. High* *You continue!*