Kaze had analyzed the Entrance Exam to see how best he could fit into it. The behemoth of a wanna-be hero decided to disable the robots so others can perform the rescuing and Hostage situation. He was very combat oriented after all, the bullets that the robots shot were rubber and did no damage to him so he used himself as a shield for the dummy rescuee's. The melee oriented robots he disabled by strong blows to their joints before piling them onto the shooting bots. The grenades they launched were swiped back at them via his nimble tail. They were probably just as harmless as the bullets but it was better to not find out. The laser droids agitated him, he took a couple of those focused beams of light and they burned a bit. The moment he saw that type he pulled a car door off and used it as a shield before pummeling it into a mound of scrap metal.

The draconic teens score was exceptionally high considering he took minuscule amounts of damage, did negligible amounts of damage to the environment (read steals car doors), and disabled a good portion of the robots he encountered by wrecking their joints but still leaving them 'alive'. If he had gone for the Hostage like other youths he might have landed first place. But that was a lofty goal for the lazy reptilian being.

Needless to say due to his exceptional scoring he got into UA. One of the best Hero Academies around. Already rookies were heading into it, and the behemoth was following at a sedate pace. Some would say because he's so massive he moved so slow, but no. He just didn't feel like moving fast. His crimson eyes were half lidded as he started to pass by two girls, one appearing to be armored, the other a nervous smelling purple haired girl. He cast his gaze briefly on them before continuing on his way. His footsteps were strangely quiet despite his size and obvious weight. He [b]was[/b] a predator type being after all...

[color=red][i]Hopefully this will be an interesting learning experience...[/i][/color] He thought as he moved. His pseudo-wings stretching out behind him now to work out a kink in a joint. The rustle of leather, crackle of joints, and what sounded like steel girders bending, before they settled back to his enormous shoulders. The pseudo-wings acting like a strange living cloak. Would the teachers frown on him if he took a nap?