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Ra-One moved through the stands like a quiet sentinel.
Cameras followed him for a few seconds, then drifted back toward the arena.
S.H.I.E.L.D operatives were stationed strategically across their assigned sector—subtle, professional, blending into the crowd while monitoring movement patterns.
Royale stood two rows down, scanning thermal signatures casually through her visor.
Ivy tracked entry gates.
Fire Fist and Frost Slice rotated patrol positions along the stair corridors.
Everything stable.
Rudra took his seat at the designated section, visor glinting as the stadium lights intensified.
Below—
Midnight spun the gacha capsule dramatically.
"And the first event," she announced with theatrical delight, "will be… OBSTACLE RACE!"
The crowd roared. The Race Begins
Midnight explained the course layout:
A long sprint stretch through a narrowing corridor.
Mechanical traps.
Environmental hazards.
And a final gauntlet before the open field stretch.
"Students," she purred into the mic, "survive."
The buzzer sounded.
-BUZZZZ!!!
The ground exploded into motion.
Immediately—Shoto Todoroki slammed his palm down.
Ice erupted forward like a tidal wave.
The entire front corridor froze instantly.
Students slipped.
Shouted.
Scrambled.
Todoroki skated smoothly across his own frozen path, face calm.
Right behind him—
Katsuki Bakugo blasted forward, explosions propelling him above the ice.
"DON'T THINK YOU'RE GETTING AHEAD OF ME, HALF-AND-HALF!"
Behind them—
Chaos.
Bodies bottlenecked in the narrow corridor.
Students collided. Fell. Climbed over each other.
Some attempted to melt ice. Some used air bursts to maintain balance. Others simply screamed.
Present Mic was nearly losing his voice.
"AND THEY'RE OFF! TODOROKI TAKES THE LEAD WITH A COLD OPENING—BAKUGO RIGHT ON HIS HEELS—AND THE REST ARE—UH—STRUGGLING!"
Aizawa's dry voice cut in.
"Adaptability under pressure."
In the stands, murmurs of excitement surged.
Ra-One watched quietly. Not the front-runners. But the middle cluster.
The ones fighting through the mess.
The race had just begun—And already, instincts were revealing themselves.
The frozen corridor opened into the first true nightmare.
The ground shook. Massive steel limbs tore upward from the arena floor.
Giant robots.
The same kind from the entrance exam—only larger, heavier, and angrier.
The crowd roared.
Present Mic nearly shouted himself hoarse.
"AND HERE COME THE IRON GIANTS!"
Todoroki's Opening Move
Without hesitation, Shoto Todoroki extended his hand again.
Ice exploded outward.
It climbed the robots' legs in seconds.
Froze their joints.
Locked their torsos.
One by one, the massive machines tipped—
CRASH.
They collapsed into the mud and debris below, forming a metallic graveyard.
Todoroki didn't look back.
He sprinted ahead.
The fallen robots now formed a barrier for the rest.
-THUD...
Breaking Through
From within the wreckage—A shout erupted.
"I WON'T LOSE!"
Eijiro Kirishima hardened his body, crimson armor-like skin gleaming, and smashed through a robot's side plating.
Metal shards flew.
He burst out the other end, fists clenched, grinning wildly.
Not even a second later—
CLANG.
Steel met steel.
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu transformed his body into solid steel and followed the same approach—punching through another robot's frame.
"I WON'T LOSE EITHER!"
The two glanced at each other mid-run.
Unspoken rivalry ignited.
They sprinted forward.
Bakugo's Vertical Assault
Another robot swung down from above—And Katsuki Bakugo exploded upward.
Instead of freezing or smashing—He climbed it.
Using controlled explosions, he launched himself up its arm, kicked off its shoulder, and blasted over its head entirely.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
He cleared the obstacle in pure aggression.
The Middle Field — Chaos and Opportunity
Behind the front-runners, students scrambled creatively.
Some teamed up. Some distracted the robots. Some targeted joints.
Others simply slipped through gaps in the wreckage Todoroki had unintentionally created.
And in the midst of it—Izuku Midoriya paused.
Not for fear. For observation.
His eyes tracked the robot structure.
Steel framework. Joint connectors. Plating fragments.
He crouched quickly.
And grabbed a large broken steel plate torn from one of the machines.
Heavy. Awkward. But useful. A tool.
While others rushed forward—Midoriya was already thinking ahead.
At the stands through the large screen, Ra-One's visor flickered slightly as he watched as the festival continues as the canon.
The robots gave way to the second stretch.
A wide cliff gap. A deep drop below.
Wind howling through the arena tunnel. Students didn't hesitate.
Air bursts. Ice bridges. Hardening leaps.
Explosive propulsion. Floating platforms.
Quirks lit up like fireworks as contestants crossed from pillar to pillar in spectacular fashion.
And then—There was Izuku Midoriya.
No flashy propulsion. No ice path. No wings.
He had tied a rope around a stable anchor point and was physically swinging himself across.
Hand over hand. Muscle straining.
Breathing controlled but heavy.
Every movement was effort.
In the stands, All Might leaned forward slightly.
"...."
'Come on, young Midoriya…'
His face remained calm.
Inside, he was practically shouting encouragement.
'You can do this! Think! Observe! Adapt!'
Up in the commentary booth—
"LOOK AT THESE STRATEGIES!" boomed Present Mic.
"QUIRKS ARE BEING USED TO THEIR MAXIMUM POTENTIAL!"
Beside him, Shota Aizawa spoke evenly.
"Efficiency varies. Some rely on raw power. Others on mobility. A few are conserving energy."
Present Mic pointed dramatically at a replay screen.
"AND MIDORIYA IS—uh—GOING OLD SCHOOL!"
Aizawa didn't blink.
"...."
"He lacks mobility quirks. He compensates with endurance."
Final Obstacle: Land Mines
The terrain flattened. Open field. Looks safe. It wasn't.
Shoto stepped lightly across the first stretch, freezing portions of ground to stabilize footing and detect subtle shifts.
He cleared it cleanly.
Behind him—
BOOM!!!
A student misstepped. A mine detonated.
A burst of bright pink smoke exploded upward, launching the contestant into the air before dropping them safely but effectively out of pace.
The crowd gasped, then laughed in relief.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Another misstep—
BOOM!!!
More pink smoke. Each blast harmless—but devastating for positioning.
Students began slowing.
Scanning the ground. Testing steps.
Some leapt carefully. Some tried to trigger mines ahead intentionally.
Some panicked.
In the midst of it—Midoriya arrived. Breathing steady.
Eyes sharp. He looked down at the ground.
"...."
Then at the metal plate he had taken earlier.
The gears in his mind began turning.
Midoriya stopped scanning. Stopped calculating.
And did something utterly insane.
He jammed the steel plate down onto a land mine.
Deliberately.
A split second of silence—
Then—
BOOOOOM!
A colossal burst of pink smoke erupted beneath him.
Instead of being blasted away helplessly, he angled the plate beneath his feet like a launchpad.
The explosion propelled him forward. Not up. Forward.
Like a missile fired from pure recklessness and desperation.
Nearby contestants were swallowed in smoke, coughing and cursing.
"HEY! WATCH IT!"
"IS HE CRAZY?!"
"YOU MANIAC!"
From the commentary booth—Present Mic nearly swallowed his mic.
"WHAT IS HE DOING?! HE JUST—HE JUST USED THE MINE AS PROPULSION!"
Aizawa's eyes narrowed but also with a light grin on his face as he was impressed.
-Frown
"…Improvised acceleration."
Midoriya hit the ground. Didn't stop.
He slammed the plate down again.
Another mine detonated.
BOOM!
He shot forward even faster.
Now he was slicing through the field, leapfrogging contestants in explosive bursts of pink fog.
The crowd's confusion turned into roaring excitement.
Above the smoke—He emerged.
Right beside the front-runners.
Shoto Todoroki glanced sideways, surprised for the first time.
"...."
"...."
Katsuki Bakugo snarled caught off guard.
"DEKU?!"
Midoriya didn't answer.
He slammed the plate down one final time.
Triggered another mine.
BOOM!
The blast caught Todoroki and Bakugo in the shockwave's pink haze.
"...."
"...."
Bakugo howled from inside the smoke cloud.
"I'LL KILL YOU, DEKU!"
Midoriya launched past them both.
Burst through the final stretch. And crossed the finish line.
The stadium exploded.
-Cheers!!! -Cheers!!!
-Cheers!!!...
Cheers thundered like a collapsing sky.
Present Mic was losing his mind.
"THAT WAS INSANE! MIDORIYA TURNS THE FINAL FIELD INTO A PERSONAL ROCKET SYSTEM! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THAT WAS A GAMBLE THAT PAID OFF!"
Aizawa folded his arms.
"…High risk. High reward."
In the stands, All Might's eyes gleamed.
"...."
Pride. Shock. Relief.
The stadium was still vibrating from the explosion stunt.
In S.H.I.E.L.D's assigned stand—
Ravi leaned forward so far he nearly toppled over the railing.
-WHoa!!!
"That kid just weaponized failure into propulsion," he declared dramatically. "I like him."
Sandeep burst out laughing.
-Hahaha!!!
"He looked at a land mine and said, yes, I will ride this."
Shiva crossed his arms, amused.
"His friend,"
He said, nodding toward the arena where Katsuki Bakugo was still screaming about murder,
-Nod
"is going to explode from rage before he graduates."
Ravi cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted toward the field,
"Control your anger, blond volcano!"
Meena smacked Ravi's arm.
"You are not helping."
Below—
Bakugo rocketed forward with violent bursts, trying to reclaim ground.
Beside him, Shoto Todoroki pushed ice forward in disciplined waves, precise and controlled.
Both were fast. Both were furious. But the finish line had already been claimed.
Izuku Midoriya stood beyond it, chest heaving, smoke still rising from his costume.
Second place—Todoroki.
Third—Bakugo.
After some time students started finishing the race one by one.
The announcer's voice boomed across the arena as more students stumbled through the final stretch, coughing pink smoke and pride.
"AND THAT'S FORTY-TWO STUDENTS QUALIFIED OUT OF TWO HUNDRED TWENTY!"
The giant scoreboard flashed.
Names shuffled. Crowd volume rose again.
Some students collapsed dramatically across the finish line.
Others limped. A few crawled.
In the stands, Layla leaned toward Gwen.
"These children are terrifying. Then back us at Sky High..."
Gwen adjusted her visor slightly.
"Efficiently terrifying."
Amirtha's eyes softened as she watched Midoriya celebrate quietly rather than boast.
"He didn't even look back."
Junoo hummed thoughtfully.
"That one has hunger. Not for blood. For validation."
Rudra remained silent, observing.
"...."
He wasn't looking at the winners now.
He was watching the 41st and 42nd qualifiers.
The ones who barely made it. The ones shaking with relief.
Because sometimes—The future wasn't forged by the first across the line.
Sometimes it was carved by those who refused to stop moving.
Below, Midnight's voice rang out again.
"The first event is complete! Prepare yourselves for the next round!"
The stadium lights shifted.
The stadium buzz had barely settled when Midnight wheeled out the glittering capsule machine again.
The giant screen zoomed in.
"Time to decide the next round!"
She announced, spinning the gacha dramatically.
The capsule popped out.
She caught it midair. Cracked it open. Her smile widened.
"...."
"The second event will be… Cavalry Battle!"
The crowd erupted. Students stiffened. Some groaned.
Some grinned. And then—Midnight raised one finger.
"But this isn't just any Cavalry Battle."
The scoreboard flashed.
Numbers appeared.
And every pair of eyes slowly… slowly… turned toward one green-haired boy.
"...."
"...."
"...."
At the very top of the board:
10,000,000 Points
Under it—Izuku Midoriya
Silence.
Then a ripple of realization spread across the arena like a hunting instinct awakening.
Midoriya felt it. The gaze. Hundreds of them. Sharp. Calculating. Predatory.
"...."
He slowly lifted his head. Met the ocean of stares.
Then bowed it again like a chicken who had wandered into a professional chef convention.
'Why… why am I first place…'
Midnight explained cheerfully,
"Your placement in the obstacle race determines your headband value! The higher your rank, the more points you carry!"
She pointed dramatically.
"And the student in first place… carries ten million points!"
Gasps. Whispers. Murmurs.
Monoma's grin from Class 1-B widened to dangerous levels.
-Grin
"...."
Bakugo cracked his knuckles while giving murderous glares at a certain green head who spoiled his chance to win the first place..
-Crack
Todoroki's eyes narrowed slightly.
"...."
Some students were already strategizing.
Midoriya felt spiritually unwell. He tried shrinking into himself.
If invisibility were a quirk, he would have awakened it right then.
As Midnight continued to explain.
"Teams of four! One rider on top! Three beneath! Protect your points and steal others' headbands!"
The rules flashed across the screen:
[Headbands represent point totals.
Teams must guard their rider.
Points can be stolen by grabbing headbands.
Only the top scoring teams advance.
Time limit: 15 minutes.]
"Physical combat is allowed!" Midnight declared. "But excessive violence will result in disqualification!"
Present Mic howled in delight from the booth.
"THIS IS GOING TO BE CHAOTIC!"
Beside him, Aizawa spoke calmly.
"Team dynamics will determine everything."
Down below—Students began scanning each other.
Forming alliances. Calculating.
And in the center of it all—
Midoriya stood with a 10-million-point target strapped to his forehead.
He swallowed looking around like a lost chicken.
-Gulp
"…I'm doomed."
High in the stands, Ravi leaned forward with a grin.
"Oh this," he said, "is going to be fun."
The field dissolved into chaos.
Students scattered, voices rising over one another.
"Join my team!"
"We need mobility!"
"Who has defensive quirks?!"
"Ten million points—he's the jackpot!"
In the middle of it all stood Izuku Midoriya, glowing like a walking bounty poster.
He approached his friends first.
"I-I mean, we could form a team and—"
Awkward smiles. Polite coughs. Avoided eye contact.
"Sorry, Midoriya… we're actually aiming for first."
He blinked. Of course they were.
Why wouldn't they be?
He nodded stiffly, trying to smile.
"That makes sense! Totally understandable! Competitive spirit! Ha… ha…"
Internally, he was melting faster than Todoroki's ice under a flamethrower.
Eventually—Just like canon demanded—
His team came together. Midoriya as the rider. Uraraka for mobility.
Mei Hatsume for support gadgets.
And Fumikage Tokoyami for offense and defense.
Across the arena, other terrifying formations assembled.
Shoto Todoroki stood calm atop his cavalry.
Katsuki Bakugo looked like he wanted to personally detonate the concept of teamwork.
And in a quiet corner—Hitoshi Shinso watched.
Waiting. Calculating. The buzzer sounded.
Fifteen minutes...
Instant warfare. Teams surged toward Midoriya like sharks scenting blood.
Explosions. Ice barriers. Shadow claws. Flying gadgets.
Headbands flew. Points shifted.
Present Mic screamed commentary at dangerous decibel levels.
"TEAM TODOROKI DOMINATING THE CENTER! BAKUGO'S SQUAD IS BLASTING THROUGH THE FLANK! AND SHINSO—WAIT—SHINSO IS PLAYING SMART!"
Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly at that.
"...."
Shinso's Brainwashing quirk quietly turned opponents into stepping stones.
Strategic. Patient. Brutal.
Midoriya's team struggled. Dodging. Fleeing. Countering.
Uraraka floated obstacles.
Tokoyami's Dark Shadow lashed out defensively.
Hatsume treated the whole event like a product demonstration.
Midoriya thought at a speed that made his head hurt.
Time dwindled.
Five minutes.... Two minutes.... One minute....
Team Todoroki secured dominance.
Team Bakugo held strong.
Team Shinso remained chillingly efficient.
Midoriya's points dwindled.
Ten million dropped. Then lower.
Then dangerously low.
The clock ticked toward zero.
And in the final seconds—Dark Shadow lunged.
A precise, desperate strike.
Fumikage Tokoyami snatched a crucial headband at the last possible heartbeat.
Buzzer.
-BUZZZZ!!!
Silence. Then the scoreboard updated.
[1st Place: Team Todoroki
2nd Place: Team Bakugo
3rd Place: Team Shinso
4th Place: Team Midoriya]
Qualified. By a hair.
Midoriya nearly collapsed from relief.
In the stands, Ravi exhaled dramatically.
"That bird kid is clutch."
Shiva nodded. "He understands timing."
Rudra leaned back slightly.
Midoriya hadn't dominated. He hadn't overwhelmed. He had survived.
And sometimes—Survival was the most honest victory.
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