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The stadium erupted in confusion. For a heartbeat, no one could tell where Gojo had gone. Gasps rippled through the stands, and even Pro Heroes sat with confusion.
The cameras scrambled to track him, everyone ignoring the rest, only for Present Mic's voice to thunder over the speakers.
"OH MY GOD FOLKS, HIS ALREADY TWO KILOMETERS AHEAD!"
The cameras finally managed to lock onto him, on the giant screens he was seen as a blur of white and blue running down the path with insane speed. The audience roared so loud the floor seemed to shake.
Nearly all the students who were frozen with ice to their knees due to Todoroki's plan, especially students from Class 1-B and General Studies staring with their jaws wide open.
"No way," one muttered. "That's… teleportation?"
Present Mic practically sang with excitement. "How could I forget?! Not only is Satoru Gojo the MVP of the USJ incident! Not only can he close warp gates with his bare hands! But the kid can warp himself!"
The crowd exploded, half in cheers, and the other half in disbelief. A cluster of pro heroes leaned forward, scribbling notes furiously. Hawks sat there and murmured, "That's beyond high-tier… this is unprecedented."
'So that's why she wants him to intern by me. The kids practically semi first grade alone with warping... better have Jogo write out my request.' He thought to himself as he pulled out his phone and made a call.
Endeavor sat higher up in the rows, clenching his first and jaw in frustration as he looked at Todoroki on the screen, then back at Satoru Gojo.
Back at the faculty viewing platform, Nezu sat on a chair as he sipped tea, smiling faintly. "His internship requests have already shot into the hundreds, I expect it to raise to the thousands at this rate." He said to Aizawa, the tired man standing next to him.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "Figures. Warping quirks are… rare seeds in the forest of quirks. Everyone wants one on their side.
A warp quirk is so rare it's said fewer than a dozen exist in the entire world population. Statistically, one in a hundred million people would ever develop such an ability, and almost none of them ever become heroes." He says, sighing.
"Hm, true. Not to mention his warping appears to be instantaneous. His Infinity and Warping no doubt put him at first grade, if not semi." Nezu states as they watch the screens.
'Or dare I say you could join the ranks of those monsters... how high do you plan to go.' Nezu thoughtbas he sipped his tea.
On the track, Gojo was moving faster than ever. He wore a smirk as he muttered to himself, "Good enough, but annoying, I need a line of sight to warp. Still…
Warping works fine, but if I rely on it too much, they'll write me off as nothing but teleportation. Better show them I've got flair."
Gojo ran, his blindfold on one eye as he had the other oppened, suddenly saw that he was approaching the deep trench that had been dug out, a plan already forming as he could see the finish line, and an idea for how to cross it without a warp.
He raised a hand to his side, another Blue forming. "Laspe Blue: Accelerate."
He threw it high in the air as he dashed to the egde of the path leading to the trench and jumped, cracking the ground as he did.
The blue gravitational force tugged at him, and in the same moment he cancelled it, the orb vanishing but due to the force it had on him, it gave him enough momentum to fling him like a bullet across the trench and minefield.
He twisted midair, landing effortlessly just steps before the finish line, skipping the minefield entirely.
The crowd held its breath as he straightened his clothes, fully pulled the blindfold over his eyes and then strolled casually forward and crossed the finish line with a wave, as if it were nothing at all.
The stadium erupted. His name was shouted from every direction, the noise overwhelming and deafening.
Far behind him, the other students cursed under their breath but pushed harder, now racing desperately for second place.
Iida dashed forward, wanting to claim the second position as this was his speciality, before being frozen by Todoroki who was neck and neck with Bakugo blasting through the air.
Even as they all were in shock and anger, everyone understood this was a race for second place the very moment Gojo warped.
"Let's hear it from his homeroom teacher!" Present Mic yelled, leaning toward Aizawa. "What do you think of your student's performance?"
Aizawa sighed before answering the showman himself. "There was only ever going to be one clear winner. Put a warping ability in a footrace, and the conclusion is inevitable."
The camera zoomed in on Gojo as he waltzed back toward the stadium, soaking in the chants of his name. He raised a lazy hand in acknowledgement, completely unaware of the battles happening in the race, the others just reaching the mid point mark.
The stands roared as Present Mic's voice boomed across the stadium, commentating the rest of the students in the race, as everyone had just realised there were others besides Gojo.
The pure determination written on the faces of the students showed as they ran, flew or flung themselves, trying to reach the finish line.
Gojo strolled casually into the seats reserved for class 1-A on the stands, hands in his pockets, as he flopped down into an empty seat without a care.
The people still watched him and cheered while most now focused on the rest of the students, excited to see who'll be passing the race along with the blindfolded warper.
A shuffle of cloth caught his attention as Aizawa sat down right beside him, his capture scarf wrapped lazily around his shoulders. Despite his usual tired look, his eyes tracked every student on the screen with an intensity that only a pro hero could manage.
"You're awfully relaxed for someone who probably ruined most students dreams and crushed their hopes." Aizawa muttered.
Gojo chuckled, leaning back. "What can I say? It's not my fault they cant warp."
Aizawa shook his head, eyes still fixed on the track. After a pause, he said, "Nezu told me you've got more than a thousand requests lined up from agencies, and that's just from finishing this race."
Gojo tilted his head, smiling under his blindfold. "Only a thousand? Huh, I was expecting more. Guess I'll just have to raise the bar."
The dry humor tugged a faint smirk from Aizawa, though as quick as it came it went. "Where are you going to intern? With that many offers, and the number already climbing, you could pick anywhere."
Gojo hummed, as if the answer barely mattered. "Made arrangements with someone already with Nezu, youll see later who Im interning with."
That earned a side glance from Aizawa. "Interesting, I just wish that you get stuck there and I don't have to deal with you and your cockiness."
"Aw" Gojo laughed lightly. "Is someone still mad that I made their quirk useless against me"
Their conversation faded into silence as the stadium roared, the two watching the rest of the competition.
Bakugo exploded forward immediately, flying across the trench while most likely muttering curses to Satoru. Todoroki wasn't far behind, ice blooming in massive jagged walls that forced competitors to weave and stumble as he slid across the trench right below Bakugo.
Midoriya, lagging as usual, pushing forward with an almost desperate determination, his analytical mind scrambling for openings.
One by one, the students on the field raced and attacked others, Yaoyorozu creating tools to vault obstacles and defend herself, Iida's engines roaring as he shot ahead with blistering speed and attempted a jump similar to Gojo across the trench.
Other class students weren't so bad themselves, using creative ways they overcame the obstacle race besides his class.
Gojo rested his chin on his hand, watching with a lazy and near boredexpression. Beside him, Aizawa finally spoke again.
"Must be annoying for them."
"Hm?"
"That the next two events arent in their favour, with your entire existence there. Makes the playing field… unfair."
Gojo's smile tilted. "Really, well, not my fault I'm clearly winning this entire thing." He said as he shrugged.
"At least hopefully some will make you take this seriouly. Being cocky all the time is bound to bite you in the ass." Aizawa stood, his scarf shifting as he turned to leave.
He walked away, hands stuffed in his pockets, leaving Gojo behind as he walked towards the teacher's section.
Gojo leaned back, watching Bakugo cross into second place, right behind was Todoroki. The crowd's cheers shook the air, some others trailing far behind already giving up.
"I do hope they'll make it fun at least for me. Even if my victory is set in stone." He said as he stood up, getting ready to head back down to join the rest as the buzzer went off.
The stadium was still buzzing from the obstacle race when Satoru finally stepped back onto the field. By then, the last runners had crossed the finish line, the roar of the crowd echoing in their ears.
Midnight stood at the center with her usual dramatic flair, clapping her whip lightly against her thigh.
"Excellent work, students! Truly a spectacle worthy of U.A.," she purred, her voice carrying across the arena. "You've shown skill, grit, and a bit of madness. That's the spirit we like to see! But—" her eyes glinted mischievously, "—the show must continue on with our winners!"
The screen lit up with the winners names, up to 40 managed to get through.
'Huh, guess even Midoriya got through... some of the general studies and the other classes also. Monoma... Shinso. Uraraka got through, nice." Gojo thought with a smile to himself.
Before Midnight could continue, Present Mic practically yanked the microphone out of her hand.
"AND NOW, LISTEN UP EVERYBODY BECAUSE IT'S TIME FOR ROUND TWO!" His voice boomed so loud even some Pro Heroes in the stands winced. "Get ready for the Cavalry Battle!"
The audience cheered, excited for all the chaos that was about to ensue.
Midnight tugged the mic back, flicking her whip in irritation as Present Mic ran out of its range. "Yes, yes, calm yourselves! Now, here are the rules...
Competitors will form teams of two to four. Each team will carry one member like a rider on a horse. Every rider will wear a headband representing their point value—"
She gestured to a large digital screen flashing scores. "—and the goal is simple. Steal the headbands of other teams! Points are added to your total instantly, but beware, if your headband is taken after the buzzer rings, you're out!"
Gasps rippled through the students as numbers flashed across the board. The top scorers' bands had astronomical values.
Midnight smiled wickedly, her gaze sliding toward the scoreboard. "And of course… the highest value belongs to the winner of the race, Satoru Gojo you have, with a whopping TEN MILLION POINTS!"
The stadium exploded in cheers and shouts.
Satoru just grinned lazily, adjusting his blindfold as if none of this mattered. "Ten million, huh? Guess I'm popular."
He looked around, seeing people leaning in and whispering to each other.
'Guess that puts what's essentially a huge bounty on my head. Wonder if this trigger someone to do something interesting to me.' Gojo thought to himself.
Midnight twirled the mic between her fingers, everyone focusing on her once again as she spoke. "Each team will have fifteen minutes to form their groups and plan. Use your heads wisely, because once the buzzer sounds…" She snapped her whip for effect.
"…it's war."
A loud horn blasted across the stadium. Instantly, like sharks smelling blood, half of Class 1-A swarmed toward Gojo, surprising the spectators and other students.
"Gojo! Team up with me!" Kirishima shouted, already throwing him a thumbs-up.
"No, with me! You'll need my speed!" Iida insisted, adjusting his glasses.
"You'd be dumb not to take me, Gojo," Mina chimed in, bouncing on her heels.
They all knew the one thing that made Gojo essentially the winner of this event, again. He's simply untouchable. Literally. Being on a team with him is a golden ticket to victory.
But among the chaos,Uraraka approached Gojo calmly, her eyes shining with determination. "Satoru... could I team with you."
Satoru tilted his head, clearly amused. Then, with his usual easy grin, he raised his hand as if about to make his choice.
A few minutes later...
The horn blared again, signaling the end of prep time.
The entire stadium leaned in as Gojo turned to face the crowd of desperate and sad classmates.
"Well then," he said smoothly, "I guess this is a simple and easy win for us."
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