"Alright, my sweet little Genins! I'm Jiraya the Toad Sage! Student of the Third Hokage! Pursuer of Tsunade Senju! Novelist! And researcher!" A man in his early twenties said with a huge smile on his face as he animatedly danced around as he introduced himself.
A ten year old boy with short black hair snorted at it and nudging the blonde boy next him he said "Here researcher means pervert."
The blonde stifled his laughter and a red haired girl sitting next to the boy scrunched up her nose in distaste and murmured "I can't believe my sensei is pervert."
Jiraya stopped his play as he heard that and said with all seriousness "Hey I resent that! I'm not a pervert." At that the girls eyes sparkled in hope, but it became lifeless as Jiraya continued with a shit eating grin "I'm super pervert."
"And I'm a man of culture." The short haired boy said as he nodded sagely.
Jiraya and the girl looked at him strangely and the blonde sitting next to the boy told them "Ignore him, he say made up words sometime."
"Every word is a made up word." The boy pointed out and the blonde groaned.
*Clap!*
"Anyway, I would like you three, to introduce yourself." Jiraya said as he looked at the, three genins.
"I'm Minato Namikaze! I aim to become the Hokage." The blonde boy said.
"Kushina Uzumaki! And I'm going to be the first female Hokage." The red haired girl said with a pointed glare at Minato.
"Shinsui Nara. I'll try my best to keep Sunshine and Princess alive until their old age." The black haired boy said with a salute.
Again Jiraya stared at him for a moment and said "Well, I didn't believe my Sensei when he said that there's an enigmatic Nara, because they are enigmatic by nature. But you're a tad bit above that."
"Well I'm built different." Shinsui said with a shrug.
"Yeah, right." Jiraya just nodded along with it as his mind went back to the meeting he had before coming here.
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"Jiraya, the team that was assigned to you has been dismantled and restructured." A man over forty years old said as he let out a puff of smoke from his smoking pipe.
"What do you mean by that Sensei?" Jiraya asked confused, because as far as he knows his team was full of civilian kids.
Sighing, the old man said "The Nara clan head requested his nephew, Kushina Uzumaki and Minato Namikaze to be included on the team led by you. Because of this request, only Minato will remain in your team the other two will be transferred to another team." Pausing the man continued "You know what Kushina is, so keep an eye on her and the Nara kid, my information said that he was the one who pushed his uncle to act."
"Is that a problem? From what I know he is Minato's and Kushina's best friend. Maybe he wanted to keep that friendship even in the genin team." Jiraya said his analysis of the situation.
"Hmmm. That could be it. Or, it could be that Mito-sama had instructed him to watch out for Kushina." The old man said with a shrug.
"Uh-huh, that's also a possibility. He's her deciple after all. And I have no idea how that kid achieved that." Jiraya told his sensei, then scratching his head he said "Sensei, can I leave now? I'm already running late."
The old man just nodded his head in confirmation and Jiraya quickly left the office.
'Well, I do know but I can't tell anyone thanks to seal made by Mito-sama.' The old man thought as he shook his head a few moments after Jiraya left the office.
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"Alright! There's going to be test tomorrow." Jiraya said with a grin.
"What test?" Kushina asked with trepidation.
"Uh-huh. That would be telling." Smiling at the three he continued "Meet me at the training ground seven sharp 7am. Tardiness will be met with demotion to an Academy Student from a Genin."
Before the three could voice out anything, Jiraya vanished from the spot without making any sound.
"Cool." Minato muttered under his breath.
"Why do we have more tests??" Kushina gritted her teeth as she stomped on the ground.
"Barbeque." Shinsui said while looking at the clouds.
"What?" Kushina and Minato asked at the same time.
Glancing at them from the corner of his eyes, he said "Beef shaped clouds."
They both looked up and to their surprise, there really was a beef shaped clouds floating and seeing that both of their stomachs growled in hunger.
Kushina became red faced due to embarrassment, Minato looked sheepish and Shinsui had a small smile on his face hearing their stomach growling in hunger.
Taking pity on them he said, "Come on, let's got to Yakiniku Q. My treat."
They both nodded instantly at his offer for free barbeque.
On their way to the restaurant, Minato and Kushina was arguing who would become the Hokage first and observing them, Shinsui thought to himself with a smile 'She's the one winning.' Then his smile turned into that of contemplation as he looked up to the clouds 'I still don't know how that pack of wolves are in my shadow, black with purple flames adorning them. Are those my summons? Even when I showed one to Grandma Mito, all she said was that it's thanks to my lineage. I know I'm from Nara and Senju, but that still doesn't make any sense, for me at least.'
Shinsui held his hands interlocked behind his head and diverged to another line of thought 'It's been five years since I unlocked my chakra, and along with it came idea about the usage of my clan's shadow techniques. Most of them worked, some of them didn't, like the shadow reanimation. That would have been cool, having an army if thousands in my shadow, but tough luck I couldn't do it.'
"Shinsui! Tell him that I'm going to be the Hokage." Suddenly, Kushina pulled him out of his musings as she raised her voice while posting at Minato.
Looking at her with a bored face he said "Sunshine will beat you in that regard." Hearing that Kushina's eye's narrowed and her hair started to slowly defy gravity,but he didn't give her a chance for giving into her temper as he continued with a mischievous smile "But the Princess can be the Hokage wife."
At that her face changed into that of a deer and Minato sputtered on the side. Patting on both their shoulders, he walked past them while singing "Life could be a dream
Life could be a dream
Do do do do, sh-boom
Life could be a dream (sh-boom)
If I could take you up in Paradise up above (sh-boom)
If you would tell me, I'm the only one that you love
Life could be a dream, sweetheart
Hello, hello again, sh-boom and hopin' we'll meet again, boom (ba-boom).... "
Kushina looked at Minato as Shinsui just kept singing, and Minato shrugged helplessly and said "He sometimes sing in an unknown language."
Kushina sighed exasperated and feeling like a headache coming in her genin life.
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Thanks for the detailed prologue! Here's a follow-up 2000-word continuation of your story, picking up from the end of the previous scene:
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Chapter One: The Test Begins
The halls of U.A. High School buzzed as students exchanged whispers about the new combat instructor. Logan's imposing presence had struck a chord deep within the hearts of Class 1-A, and even the most spirited among them, like Bakugo, had been momentarily silent after his introduction. Now, they waited — some anxiously, others with fierce resolve — for their first session under this mysterious warrior.
The next day dawned crisp and clear. Morning rays glinted off the windows of the training grounds — or rather, a part of the facility students had rarely entered. It was the "Restricted Training Sector," typically reserved for upperclassmen or emergency simulations.
Aizawa led Class 1-A down the stone path that wound around the school building and stopped at a heavy metal door reinforced with shock-resistant plating.
"You've trained in controlled environments," Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. "Today, that changes. What lies behind this door isn't a battlefield we've prepared for you — it's one Logan designed. Go in expecting to be surprised."
With a click and a hiss of hydraulics, the door creaked open. Inside lay an urban warzone: crumbling buildings, overturned vehicles, smoke machines simulating burning debris, and hidden speakers emitting distant screams and explosions. It was a visceral, immersive replica of an actual crisis.
Standing at the center, arms folded, was Logan.
"Get in here," he barked.
The class stepped in, eyes scanning the chaos. Even Midoriya's encyclopedic mind, so used to categorizing threats and building strategies, faltered for a second.
Logan began to pace. "This is a simulation based on a real event. A quirk-powered terrorist group attacked a residential district. Civilians were trapped. The pro-heroes were overwhelmed. I'm not interested in who's the strongest today — I'm interested in who thinks, who acts, and who breaks."
He turned to Aizawa. "They don't know the rules yet?"
Aizawa shook his head. "It's all yours."
Logan nodded. "You'll be operating in pairs, randomly assigned. Your job? Locate and evacuate civilians — marked dummies — while avoiding or neutralizing enemy threats. You'll be scored on strategy, teamwork, and adaptability. Fail to act quickly or put your partner at risk, and you'll be pulled out."
He paused.
"And if you're thinking this is like the rescue training you've done before, think again. This time, the threats fight back."
A panel opened in the wall, revealing humanoid combat drones — tall, heavily armored, some equipped with blunt-force weapons, others with mounted stun guns.
A wave of unease rippled through the class. Even Bakugo's confident sneer twitched.
Logan raised his voice. "Pairing list is on your comms. You've got five minutes. Move."
The students' wrist-mounted comm devices blinked to life. Midoriya's eyes scanned the screen. He was paired with Tokoyami. An odd combination — but intriguing. Tokoyami's strategic darkness paired with Midoriya's analytical mind might just be the edge they needed.
Ochaco had been paired with Bakugo — a combination she clearly didn't see coming, judging by her visible flinch. Bakugo, for his part, scoffed and turned away, muttering about "not babysitting."
Kirishima found himself with Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, surprisingly, was paired with Mineta — a move that clearly frustrated both of them for different reasons.
Logan observed the reactions carefully. Each choice had been intentional.
"Simulation starts in three... two... one..."
The lights dimmed, the speakers blared the sound of collapsing buildings, and the class scattered into the mock urban warzone.
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Midoriya & Tokoyami
"Let's head east," Midoriya whispered, crouching behind a collapsed bus. "We need high ground. Maybe from that half-standing apartment building we can get a layout."
Tokoyami nodded. "Dark Shadow will scout ahead."
As the spectral bird zipped forward, Midoriya took a deep breath. "We have to expect traps. The dummies may be in unstable areas, and the drones won't go easy."
They moved fast, passing a charred car and diving into the ground floor of the building. Dust rained down from above. The ceiling looked ready to cave, but they made their way to the second floor, where Tokoyami halted.
"Three heat signatures," he murmured. "Two drones, one human-sized figure."
Midoriya's brain raced. "Split them. I'll distract the drones with Full Cowling. You get the dummy."
Tokoyami hesitated. "And if the building collapses?"
Midoriya's grin was determined. "Then we don't make it a prolonged fight."
Moments later, Midoriya shot from the stairwell in a green blur, landing a smash on the first drone's shoulder. The metal arm crunched under the blow, but the second drone spun and fired an electric bolt that grazed Midoriya's leg.
He hissed in pain but kept moving.
Tokoyami darted past, scooping the dummy from under a fallen beam. "Got it!" he shouted.
"Retreat route is clear!" Midoriya called.
They escaped through a side window, sliding down a pile of rubble just as the second drone gave chase — only for Dark Shadow to engulf it from above, immobilizing it.
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Ochaco & Bakugo
"This is NOT going to work," Bakugo growled as they ran down a smoke-filled alley. "You slow me down."
"I'm not here to slow you down, I'm here to save people," Ochaco shot back, face stern. "So maybe if you worked with me—"
An explosion tore into the wall beside them. A drone stepped out, larger than the rest, its arms ending in dual hammers.
Bakugo wasted no time, launching into the air. "Stay outta my way!"
His blasts hammered the drone, forcing it back, but it adapted quickly, parrying his attacks and striking back. Ochaco moved fast, touching nearby rubble with her quirk and launching it at the drone's head. It staggered, and Bakugo capitalized, blasting through its chest.
"Fine," he muttered, "not totally useless."
Ochaco rolled her eyes. "High praise from you."
They found the dummy wedged between two cars, under a smoking beam.
"I'll lift it," Ochaco said. "Use your blasts to slide it out."
They worked in tense silence, but it worked. As they carried the dummy to the extraction point, Bakugo murmured, "Not bad. Still not fast enough."
Ochaco only smiled.
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Elsewhere: Chaos and Progress
Kirishima and Yaoyorozu made an efficient team. She created a reinforced stretcher for the injured dummy, while he shielded her from two drones using his Hardening quirk like a battering ram.
Mineta and Todoroki, by contrast, struggled. Mineta's nerves got the better of him, and he nearly triggered a tripwire that Todoroki had to freeze mid-spring.
"You need to calm down," Todoroki said, voice even.
"I wasn't built for warzones!" Mineta whined, sticking his pop-off balls on the walls to delay a drone.
"Adapt," Todoroki said, freezing an entire alleyway behind them. "Or you'll fail."
Logan watched all of this from a raised observation booth with Aizawa beside him. On his screen, each student's vitals, movements, and performance were tracked in real-time.
"They're better than I expected," Logan admitted.
Aizawa nodded. "They've been through a lot."
"Still too green. Some are relying on quirks too much. Others are breaking under pressure."
"You'll change that."
"That's the idea."
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Conclusion of the Trial
One hour later, the final buzzer sounded. The lights rose. The battlefield fell silent.
Students regrouped at the extraction point, exhausted, bruised, but mostly intact.
Logan descended from the booth.
"No speech," he said. "You saw what it's like when things go wrong. You either adapt or you fall."
He scanned the faces of the class. "Some of you worked like pros. Others froze. All of you need work."
Midoriya opened his mouth to speak, but Logan held up a hand.
"Don't thank me. Don't try to analyze it yet. Go rest. You'll need it."
As the class filtered out, murmuring to one another, Aizawa approached Logan.
"You pushed them hard for a first session."
"They need it. You know that."
Aizawa sighed. "Yeah. I do."
Logan turned to look at the retreating students. "There's potential there. Real potential. We'll see if they can live up to it."
And so began the true test for Class 1-A — a gauntlet of new challenges, new fears, and, ultimately, growth. With Logan leading them through the crucible, the road to becoming true heroes would never be the same again.
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Would you like the next chapter to dive deeper into one specific pair's development or explore the emotional aftermath of the test?