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Aura Farming System - 43
🕑 Added 2025-12-30 04:05:03 +0000 UTC
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[Class Representative]
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| Two days after yesterday… |
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—Collective sigh—
“Why the heck are you all sighing?” Taka asked flatly, glaring around the room with a deadpan expression.
Scattered across his room, several clones were sprawled wherever space allowed—on the bed, at his desk, and even on the floor. Each of them held a book on a different subject: math, biology, Quirk History, and more.
Their expressions, however, were anything but pleasant.
“Why else? You’re making us do the boring stuff.”
“Yeah, why the heck do we have to study?”
“We could be doing so much more, yet here we are, forced to do your responsibilities.”
The clones raised their fists in collective protest.
Taka’s eyebrow twitched. “You’re my clones. Why are you all so damn pesky? You’re literally me—you should know exactly why this needs to be done.”
“Yeah, yeah. You can’t afford to fall behind.”
“Mr. Aura Farmer almost got his ass handed to him by a math question yesterday.”
“Boohoo.”
Taka pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging his temple.
“Do I secretly hate myself or something? Why is it that every time I make clones, they immediately start roasting me?”
One of them smirked. “It’s just fun to mess with you, man. Since you’re the original, we feel entitled to blame you for every cringe thing we’ve ever done.”
“But you’re literally me.”
“Yeah, but since we’re external now, we can finally bully our worst enemy since we were born. Ourselves—as in you.”
Taka gave them all a dead-fish stare.
'System, are you sure my clones aren't faulty or something?'
<Clones are an exact copy of you. Whatever it is that being aware of their existence as a clone is doing to them, that's on you.>
“Whatever.” Taka shook his head helplessly, waving the system off, before turning to the clones. “I’m heading to school now. Y'all better study properly—or at least go mess with Seiji together. I’m sure that’ll be a fun memory for me to receive later.”
"Hoho, the original has a point."
"Wouldn't that be funny as heck?"
"He's still sleeping, isn't he? Imagine his reaction if we swarmed his room with all of us."
As his clones began seriously considering swarming downstairs to gang up on Seiji, Taka grabbed his bag and opened the window.
—Swoosh!—
In the next second, he shot upward into the sky.
As his figure sliced through the open air like a distant blur—unnoticed by most, mistaken for a bird by others—his thoughts drifted toward what awaited him today.
‘Third day of U.A… what was supposed to happen today, according to canon?’ Taka rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
The first two days had stuck clearly in his memory, given their relevance in aura farming. Not long after that was supposed to happen the USJ incident, which was literally THE aura farming moment.
But what happened in between?
Taka couldn’t answer outright. It was hazy.
Actually… when was the USJ incident supposed to happen?
Next week?
Tomorrow?
‘Troublesome.’ He clicked his tongue.
He regretted not having written the plot down somewhere to keep it fresh.
A full year had passed since his old life had merged with this one, and the show’s minor details were slowly blurring with time.
Humming irritably, he pressed a finger to his temple and continued flying, searching his memory as best he could—occasionally getting distracted by the scenery below, or by passing birds that shot him confused glances.
A few minutes later, he reached Tokyo, descending swiftly yet silently into a sparsely inhabited area suitable for landing.
Seconds later, as his feet kissed the earth, Taka sighed, realizing he’d completely lost track of whatever he’d been thinking about.
‘Well, I guess I’ll figure it out as it goes.’ He shrugged it off.
Whatever was supposed to happen today clearly hadn’t been important enough to stick in his memory.
So, whatever it was, he’d just do what he always did best.
Aura farm.
With that resolve, Taka began speeding toward U.A., sticking to empty alleyways to avoid trouble—or worse, awkward questions from the police about why a student was moving at inhuman speeds.
Eventually, he reached the building.
However, instead of the usual open gate leading inside with a few students passing through, a massive crowd stood clustered beside it, completely blocking the way.
‘The press.’ Taka recognized them instantly, eyes squinting. He’d had more than enough encounters with them as Rockinesis, never direct, but certainly unpleasant enough.
Though it wasn’t like those meetings were needed to recognize them. The cameras, microphones, and scared students being interrogated made it obvious enough.
He huffed quietly, already anticipating the annoying pestering that would inevitably come his way if he tried to walk through them. For a moment, he considered how to avoid drawing their attention altogether.
But then he blinked—a cold realization settling in his heart.
‘I don’t need to do anything.’
His eyes narrowed at the thought.
His aura—though invisible—flared outward, oozing raw intimidation. The air itself seemed to tighten as his red eyes gleamed faintly, light trailing within them.
‘They’ll move on their own.’
With that thought, he stepped forward.
—Step
The sound of that single footstep drew the reporters’ attention immediately. Like hungry wolves, they all turned toward him, cameras lifting, mouths opening—ready to pounce and unleash a barrage of questions.
But the instant they took a step toward the approaching Taka—
They froze.
All the courage and practiced insensitivity they’d built over years of trampling boundaries as reporters vanished in an instant. Apprehension crept into their bodies as they watched the figure of a seemingly ordinary teenager approach, his expression utterly dismissive.
Some of them stepped back without realizing it, instinctively clearing a path.
Others struggled against themselves, forcing their legs to move, ordering their mouths to speak—to do their job.
But to no avail.
The youth simply walked straight through the stunned crowd, calm and unbothered, his gaze never wavering.
And then, before they knew it, he had already passed the gate. Gone from there completely, leaving only baffled murmurs and shocked curses.
‘Heh, easy peasy.’
Having passed through the army of reporters, Taka smirked and calmly made his way toward his classroom, all while keeping a careful eye on the time to ensure he’d still arrive last.
His classmates might have grown used to it, but that didn’t mean he had to stop with the theatrics.
So, a minute or so later...
—Slam!
He opened the door and strode inside.
Unlike yesterday, however, this time a few heads turned.
Not because he was especially imposing today, but likely because he’d grown more familiar with his classmates after yesterday’s events.
“Yo, Taka!” Kirishima waved enthusiastically from the middle rows.
Sato did the same from the back of the class.
Others reacted more subtly. Jiro glanced at him with mild amusement. Kirishima attempted some strange, awkward arm gesture that didn’t quite qualify as a greeting. Mina, Tsuyu, and Sero offered short waves.
Taka acknowledged them all with a single nod as he moved down the front of the classroom toward the last row of seats.
At the front of that row sat Hagakure.
As he passed her seat, he gave a brief nod. Her sleeve fluttered in response for a moment—most likely a wave—before settling again.
A few steps farther in was Bakugo.
Taka walked past him without so much as a glance.
Bakugo, on the other hand, was not so calm, sending a glare that most likely would burn one thousand death threats in paper if it had been heat vision.
Taka, however, didn't even spare him a glance.
Next came Midoriya.
The green-haired boy stiffened as Taka passed, fingers fidgeting against his desk. His eyes flicked up for half a second before snapping back down. Taka's eyes remained on his own desk throughout it all.
Finally, the aura farmer reached his seat, the second to last in the row.
As he sat down, he tilted his head just enough to acknowledge Yaoyorozu behind him.
“Good morning, Takahashi-san,” she said with a polite nod.
“Sup.” He replied curtly, maintaining his poker face.
With greetings done, he dropped into his seat and let out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes and preparing to wait calmly in mock meditation for the start of the class.
—That was, until he felt a gaze from his side.
“…?” His eyes opened in confusion.
Turning his head, he found Tokoyami shooting him a sideways look.
‘The hell?’
Taka was about to ponder if he had done something to offend the bird-headed classmate, but before he could even consider it, Tokoyami gave him a short nod before facing forward again.
And just like that, their first interaction since school started was over.
‘What’s this guy’s deal?’ Taka thought flatly, not quite understanding what that exchange had been about.
Still, he returned the nod just in case Tokoyami was watching from his peripheral vision, then stared ahead again.
And thus, with most of the class greeted, Taka went back to his mock meditation, closing his eyes—or that was the plan, until he caught sight of a messy green head of curls blocking most of his view of the front rows.
As his eyes lingered on it, the plans he’d considered yesterday resurfaced.
So, with no aura to farm until class started, he decided to check on them again.
‘Right, I said I was gonna make this class stronger than in the show, didn't I?' He thought, eyes going to the side in thought. ‘... but how the hell do I even start?’
Midoriya wouldn’t be much of a problem. Taka already knew the paths through which he improved in the series. All it would take was to drop a hint or two in brief conversations, and the greenhead would figure out the rest himself.
He didn't need to get friendly or anything.
But everyone else…
He hadn't had many interactions with the others, so he couldn’t just go up to them and say, “I’m gonna make you strong, and you’re gonna like it.”
Well, he could. He just wasn't sure that'd end well.
‘Maybe I could crush them so thoroughly in a future exercise that they’d inevitably want to learn from me.’ He mused, wondering if there were combat exercises like yesterday’s that the show had skipped over as filler, and that he could use to give the students some proper motivation.
Unfortunately, he didn’t get to pursue that scary line of thought for long.
—Slam!
Because just then, the classroom door opened, and you know who walked in.
“To your seats, now,” Aizawa commanded as he stepped into the classroom.
Everyone was already seated, though. So he was only met with silence.
Still, he didn’t seem fazed in the slightest, simply walking to the podium and dropping his things onto it before straightening up. Once settled, his tired gaze swept across the class.
“I reviewed all of yesterday’s combat exercise footage,” he said flatly.
The air immediately grew tense. Several students stiffened, already dreading what their strict homeroom teacher was about to say.
Maybe he was about to start expelling students?!
Rumor had spread that Yaoyorozu had confirmed that the second years had indeed been expelled back in the day by Aizawa.
—meaning the so-called rational deception of the first day hadn't been a deception at all. They had been pretty close to having someone expelled.
Everyone shuddered as Aizawa's gaze swept through the classroom, seemingly searching for someone.
'Was someone about to be expelled?' That was the collective thought.
But then, to their surprise—
Aizawa’s eyes stopped on Taka.
“Takahashi, you better start taking this seriously. Consideration is fine, but you’re here to become a hero. You’d better start giving your all from now on.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Plus Ultra. Remember that.”
A collective sweatdrop followed.
So it was just advice.
Still, as most processed his words, several students glanced at Taka with silent pleas for him not to take that advice to heart.
The last thing they wanted was to face a serious Taka after witnessing what he’d done yesterday without even trying.
Taka, however, only gave a half-hearted nod, his expression unreadable.
That somehow made it worse.
Had he actually listened… or not?
Ignoring the class’s unease entirely, Aizawa shifted his gaze to Todoroki.
“Todoroki. Pull yourself together next time. You can’t afford to let your emotions control you in combat.”
“Yes…” Todoroki replied quietly, his usual stoic expression intact, though something somber lingered beneath it.
Aizawa moved on.
“Bakugo. The same goes for you. You’re not a child anymore—stop throwing tantrums.”
“Tch.”
With that, Aizawa addressed the class as a whole.
“As for the rest of you, you certainly weren't perfect, but you’re still learning. Don’t get discouraged. You’ll have plenty of chances to get the knowledge smashed into your brains.”
No one liked the way he phrased that.
But no one dared comment on it either.
Satisfied with their silence, Aizawa glanced down at a paper on the podium, then looked back up with a bored expression.
“Anyway, with that out of the way…” His eyes sharpened slightly. “Let’s move on to today’s main activity.”
The class collectively tensed.
So far, it had only been intense activity after intense activity since they got to U.A.
They couldn't help but feel nervous about what was to come now.
Fortunately—
“You’ll be deciding your Class Representatives.” Aizawa declared.
And the instant he did—
“Me me, choose me!”
“I want to be class rep—pick me!”
“Me too!”
“I’ll do it!”
“I’ll be the leader!”
“LET ME DO IT, ME!”
Pandemonium erupted.
Hands shot up like rockets all around the classroom, voices overlapping into a single wall of noise as enthusiasm ran rampant.
Every single student raised their hand…
Every single student—save for one quiet, black-haired teenager seated by the window.
‘…Right. Now I remember,’ Taka thought, massaging his forehead as future events clicked back into place. ‘The class representative thing, and then the whole press panic mess.’
In the show, it had been Iida’s quick thinking during the student stampede—caused by reporters trespassing onto school grounds—that earned him the class’s respect. Despite not being the initial favorite, he’d ended up as Class Representative.
And that was it.
Everything else that day had been relatively calm.
Too calm.
Because the press invasion—something that shouldn’t have happened given U.A.’s level of security—had been nothing more than a prelude to the USJ incident.
‘Which means… Shigaraki is somewhere out there right now.’
Taka’s eyes narrowed as he glanced through the window, toward the streets beyond the school grounds.
The source of most of the future chaos was out there. Somewhere.
If he went now and beat the crap out of him, there was a chance he could prevent everything.
Or—
He’d just invite Potato Head to personally knock on his door.
Either way—
‘I won’t be doing it,’ Taka decided, pulling his gaze away from the window.
Why?
Because Shigaraki had a purpose to fulfill. One greater than whatever All For One had planned for him.
A very important purpose.
‘To help me aura farm,’ Taka thought, a faint smirk tugging at the edge of his poker face.
“THEN IT’S DECIDED! WE WILL CHOOSE THE REPRESENTATIVE VIA VOTING!”
Iida’s sudden announcement snapped Taka out of his thoughts.
By the time he looked back, Iida was already at the board, writing names as the rest of the class watched with anticipation.
‘Focus, Taka. Focus,’ he reminded himself, eyes narrowing slightly. ‘Shigaraki’s future ass-whoopings are a problem for another day. Today, worry about today.’
And first of all—
Taka’s eyes sharpened as his name appeared on the board.
Without his consent.
That raised an important question.
Did he even want to be Class Representative?
Being in a position of authority was auratic, sure.
But Class Rep?
No matter how hard he searched his memories, the role mostly boiled down to organizing things, keeping classmates orderly, and dealing with paperwork. Not exactly prime aura-farming material.
On top of that, with all the studying and training he already had his clones doing, adding more responsibilities meant all of that boredom, exhaustion, and stress would come flooding back into his head once they dispersed.
‘Yeah. Hell no.’
Taka snorted quietly, closing his eyes and shaking his head wryly.
Still, it wasn’t like he had to worry.
He'd barely talked to most of the class. Even if he was undeniably cool, no one was going to vote for someone they hardly knew. Especially not when everyone was just gonna vote for themselves, save for a few.
With his worries gone, he stared at the multiple names written across the board, jaw shifting while deep in thought.
'Maybe I'll vote for Yaoyorozu, she was elected in the original as vice representative, so one more vote for her won't matter much.'
Minutes later, the votes were tallied.
Iida stared at the results written on the board, his expression sullen.
“Zero votes…”
His name stood alone, completely untouched—not even by his own vote, having given it to someone else.
On the other hand—
[Takahashi Fukumoto: 6]
[Momo Yaoyorozu: 3]
[Izuku Midoriya: 2]
A total defeat.
Taka stared at the board, deadpan.
Slowly—rustily—his head turned as he scanned the classroom.
Immediately, he spotted Sato and Kirishima flashing him enthusiastic thumbs-ups.
His eyebrow twitched.
He continued scanning.
And the first thing that caught his eye was right next to him.
Tokoyami met his gaze for a brief second, gave him a curt nod, then averted his eyes and stared straight ahead, stiff as ever.
‘You can’t be serious…’ Taka felt a curse rise to his lips.
Then his eyes shifted forward.
Toru was waving at him from the front of the row, her sleeve fluttering cheerfully.
He kept looking—but couldn’t immediately identify the rest of the bastards who had dared vote for him.
Still, one thing was absolutely certain.
‘Congratulations,’ Taka thought, eyes narrowing vindictively. ‘You just became the first ones I’ll be personally training.’
Ahead of him, a certain green-haired boy shuddered for no apparent reason.
And behind him, a certain rich girl felt an inexplicable chill run down her spine.
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-To Be Continued...-
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(A/N: I was gonna vent about how I didn’t have time to write a chapter yesterday because I had to finish preparing a presentation for today, only for, at the moment of truth, to end up not presenting at all—but in the end, I did present. So yeah, nothing to complain about.
Except for the weather, it’s hot as heck.)
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SacredLoneWolf
As class president I promise aura farming opportunities await you
